"The First-Level World!" Glenn was astonished. He looked at Luo Qian in a new light. Ever since they had met, Luo Qian had surprised him again and again. Glenn had guessed he came from a world above this one, but he had never imagined it was two tiers higher. Then another thought struck him. "May I ask, are there worlds above the First-Level World?"
The question caught Luo Qian off guard. He had never considered what might lie above the Saint Realm. Since reaching it, he had heard nothing more about "ascension." Could the Saint Realm be the end of cultivation?
He grabbed Glenn. "Never mind that for now. Come back to your old world with me. I want to see what a Fourth-Rank World is like." Glenn hurriedly said, "Sir, I came from that world, but since arriving here, I haven't been able to go back—" Before he could finish, a golden vortex appeared before Luo Qian and pulled them both inside.
Everything blurred. Then scorching sand-laden winds blasted their faces. Countless grains of glowing sand swirled in the storm like restless fireflies, as though they stood amid a dense sea of stars. Luo Qian caught a grain. Heat touched his palm, and the sand melted like a snowflake.
Glenn stared at the world in a daze, letting the hot wind and sand lash his body. He had thought this harsh world held nothing he would miss. All his memories of it were of brutal slaughter; he had believed he felt not the slightest attachment to it. Yet standing here again, feeling the familiar hot wind and glowing sand, he suddenly wanted to weep. Only then did he understand that love for his homeland lay buried deep in his soul. Even if he ascended to the highest-tier world, he