To become an Immortal within ten thousand years—how terrifying was that?
Kunpeng's Son had to admit he was jealous.
Even knowing Qingjing had not cultivated for only ten thousand years in the present age, he could not help envying her.
Even with his Kunpeng bloodline fully awakened, he could not become an Immortal within ten thousand years.
Immortal Ascension had never been so simple.
The offspring of the Ten Fiends were certain to become Immortals. Of that there was no doubt. But no one could guarantee they would do it within ten thousand years.
Even Shi Hao, the Protagonist, could not have become an Immortal within ten thousand years of his birth.
Shi Hao had become an Immortal so quickly because of Dreaming Back to Emperor's Fall, where he had accumulated the time he needed.
Without that experience, Shi Hao would have needed hundreds of thousands of years to become a Red Dust Immortal. By then, the daylilies would have gone cold.
And he was the Protagonist. If even the Protagonist couldn't do it, the difficulty was easy to imagine.
Eating fruit did not count.
Meng Tianzheng and Wang Changsheng had already spent a million years building their foundations.
Supremes faced the Five-Hundred-Year Curse: no cultivator could enter the Supreme Realm before the age of five hundred.
But that was putting it simply. The curse said one could not become a Supreme before five hundred, yet even after crossing that threshold, few could do so within a thousand years.
Even in the flourishing, advanced Immortal Domain, immortal descendants renowned as Heavenly Prodigies generally became Supremes at around two thousand years old.
The Immortal Domain's conditions and resources were unquestionably top-tier. The cultivators' talent went without saying, with Immortal Blood—even Immortal King Blood—flowing through their veins.
Under the Immortal Domain's conditions,