"A First-Level World!" Glenn was stunned. He looked at Luo Qian in a new light. Ever since they had met, Luo Qian had surprised him again and again. He had guessed that Luo Qian came from a world above this one, but never imagined it was two ranks higher. Then another thought struck him. "May I ask what worlds lie above a First-Level World?"
The question caught Luo Qian off guard. He had never considered whether any world existed above the Saint Realm. Once someone reached the Saint Realm, no one seemed to speak of "ascension" anymore. 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 a force pulled them both inside.
For a moment, everything blurred. Then a fierce, scorching wind drove sand against their faces. Countless grains of glowing sand danced in the storm like unruly fireflies, making it seem as though they stood in the middle of a dense sea of stars. Luo Qian caught a grain in his hand. Heat touched his palm, and the grain melted like a snowflake.
Glenn stared blankly at the world, letting the hot wind and sand howl over his body. He had believed there was nothing in this harsh place worth missing. Every memory it held was one of brutal slaughter; he would never feel 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