"Nascent Soul True Lord!"
Outside the simulation, Zhou Qing clenched both fists, his heart surging.
Five simulations, nearly a thousand years-he had finally stepped into this realm.
Even among true lord seeds blessed with heavenly spiritual roots and flawless golden cores, only a small fraction ultimately reached the nascent soul realm.
"A tremendous increase in strength, a voice that carries weight, a thousand-year lifespan..."
A smile appeared on Zhou Qing's face. Becoming a Nascent Soul True Lord brought far too many benefits.
The most obvious was that he now had the initiative-and a say in matters.
Within a great domain, Core Formation True Persons certainly counted as important figures.
But when truly momentous events arose, they could still only drift with the current, unable to grasp their own destinies.
Take the Great Domain War in the Primordial Origin Domain, or the True Spirit Beast King deep within the Myriad Beasts Mountain Range... who knew how many Core Formation True Persons had fallen?
But in the nascent soul realm? Even in a super domain like the Infinite Domain, very few could threaten a true lord's life.
Even if a nascent soul middle stage true lord attacked, an early-stage true lord could most likely escape with their nascent soul spirit body.
For spell cultivator true lords, the nascent soul spirit body was their true core. Lost their physical body? They could simply possess another.
The lingering consequences and hidden dangers of possession? Never being able to break through again?
For one thing, few early-stage true lords ever reached the nascent soul middle stage anyway.
And if they truly cared about that, other remedies existed.
If a nascent soul spirit body consumed the fourth-tier spirit item, the Ten-Thousand-Year Vermilion Fruit, it could grow a physical body of its own.
That body would fit