Time slipped by.
Only a few short months had passed outside, but within the painting, several more centuries had brought seas into mulberry fields.
For this newborn Small World, the space was simply too vast, and the people staying within it were simply too few.
These extreme conditions led to one consequence.
Even a pig in here could probably form a core on the spot just by taking a few extra breaths.
That was no exaggeration.
The chickens and ducks Wang Yan's mother kept in the thatched cottage's backyard were now too embarrassed to lay eggs in the yard unless they had at least second-tier cultivation!
In an environment that practically amounted to cheating, the Undying Mountain people's strength naturally shot upward like a rocket.
Atop a solitary peak.
Dressed in white, Si Ming sat beside his younger sister Si Qing at the edge of a cliff.
Neither sibling spoke. They simply gazed quietly at the distant sky.
"Brother, that commotion... that's Brother Changsheng's Immortal Lord Tribulation, isn't it?" Si Qing asked softly.
Si Ming nodded with a bitter smile, his face filled with a deep sense of helplessness.
"Yes, an Immortal Lord..."
The second Immortal Lord in the Immortal Realm.
He looked at his own mid Mystic Immortal stage cultivation, which he had only recently stabilized, then at his sister beside him, who had just entered the True Immortal realm, and shook his head helplessly.
"Qing'er, tell me... we all came up from the Lower Realm, so how can the gap between people be so enormous?"
"Let's leave our eldest brother out of it. He was never normal to begin with."
"But even without comparing ourselves to him... we can't even catch sight of the dust left by his friends."
Si Ming sighed. "Just what sort of monsters