"This kid had quite a distinctive way of doing things!"
Wang Quan sighed, touching the envelope with his consciousness.
He was not afraid of any scheme the other party might have laid for him. Even nine secret legacies had failed to kill him while the fellow was alive, let alone now that he was a dead ghost.
No, that was wrong. His body and soul had both been destroyed; he could not even become a ghost.
The envelope unfolded, and a message appeared:
[Although we are creatures of the Immortal World, we spend most of our time living in immortals' Grotto Heavens and rarely go out to see the Immortal World.]
[On the few occasions we went out, the Immortal World we saw was magnificent beyond compare. But a friend told me that everything we saw of the Immortal World was false.]
[The true Immortal World is exceptionally cruel, and life there is hard.]
[I don't know whether what he said was true.]
Wang Quan raised an eyebrow. This passage was interesting.
Immortals' Grotto Heavens?
Was the Grotto Heaven he mentioned the same as cultivators' Grotto Heaven Realm?
Didn't immortals cultivate the realms from the Taboo Emperor's era? Why did they have Grotto Heavens?
He pondered for a while but could make no sense of it, so he continued reading:
[We cultivate from childhood, but this cultivation has flaws. We must eat great medicines to improve quickly.]
[And those great medicines are all kinds of humans-the better their aptitude and the stronger they are, the faster we improve after eating them.]
At this, Wang Quan's hair stood on end.
For an instant, he felt that the vast New Continent was actually a medicinal garden established by immortals: Orthodox Cultivators harvested the demon race and New-Method Cultivators, only to be harvested