"The Mortal World?" Bai Feiyu looked at Ouyang in some confusion.
Bai Feiyu was no stranger to the Mortal World. Although no such concept had existed in the Elder Ancient Era, he had visited it the last time he went down the mountain.
As for his impression of the Mortal World, he actually thought it was a good thing.
Ordinary people would no longer be caught up in cultivators' affairs, which did much to protect those fragile, short-lived beings.
His Registered Disciple, Jiang Shang, had come from the Mortal World. At the thought, a trace of sadness inevitably entered Bai Feiyu's eyes.
When his Eldest Senior Brother suggested going to the Mortal World, Bai Feiyu did not object, but he still shook his head and said, "We'll have to go there eventually. Why not walk there, one step at a time?"
Ouyang slung an arm around Bai Feiyu's neck and said nonchalantly, "Don't be so rigid. Sometimes, shortcuts are part of your strength too. What's wrong with an old unlucky soul getting a little outside help now and then?"
Hearing Ouyang tease him, Bai Feiyu felt rather helpless. He was just about to explain when Ouyang laughed heartily, grabbed his wrist, and took to the air atop Gouzi.
Range upon range of green mountains swept beneath their feet as Liang Zai dog-paddled through the sky into the distance.
Ouyang sat upright on the dog's head, gazing into the distance. There were thirty-six Mortal Worlds.
Although they existed within the same Heaven and Earth, each formed a Minor World of its own.
Immortals fell and became Mortal Worlds, much as Pangu had transformed into all things, creating secluded paradises for ordinary people.
Yet behind each of these paradises lurked the Immortals' schemes for rebirth.
The fallen Immortals sheltered all living beings,