The moment he finished speaking, Duan De felt an icy killing intent rise behind him. Suddenly remembering her strength, he said, "Ahem... I was only joking!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King walked up to Luo Yan and called softly, "Ancestor Luo!"
Luo Yan turned to look at him, then said, "Mm, not bad. You haven't neglected your cultivation. You're already close to becoming a Half-Saint!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's long golden hair fluttered, but the praise did not excite him. He knew perfectly well that even if he stood in the Half-Saint realm now, his former rivals would not lag far behind him.
"Why the long face? Is becoming a Half-Saint at just over two hundred something to be ashamed of? You're really never satisfied. Your talent is exceptional!"
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King asked in return, "Ancestor Luo, how old were you when you became a Half-Saint?"
"Me? Under a hundred, I suppose. But I'm an anomaly. There's no need to compare yourself to me!" Luo Yan replied.
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King's lips twitched. Ancestor Luo, you really aren't modest in the slightest.
Boom!
"We're here!"
Three years later.
The ship passed through the stone gate and shot toward a boundless continent. Countless stars glittered in the sky-dead ancient stars orbiting the continent.
Duan De's eyes gleamed. "I wonder what surprises this new continent holds. Could there be new paths of cultivation?"
Green Wan snorted softly. "Then you're going to be disappointed. The cultivation methods throughout the Myriad Worlds are the same. Everyone relies on the body's five great secret realms to advance!"
"Such a coincidence?" the Golden-Winged Little Peng King asked.
"It's no coincidence. Legend has it that during the immortal ancient era, the worlds were all connected. The Immortal Domain hadn't completely withdrawn back then.