From the perspective of most creatures in this outermost borderland, the Immortals of the Foreign Realm truly were their saviors.
That was because these creatures had extraordinary origins. They had been corroded by surging black mist, and in a single instant, all of them had "died."
Of course, strictly speaking, they had not truly died. Only their spirits had dispersed, while their bodies remained entirely intact, still alive, their vitality not extinguished.
For cultivators, however, the spirit was what truly mattered. Once it dispersed, that was effectively no different from death.
What followed was simple. Under the black mist's corrosion, the creatures left with nothing but their bodies gradually developed hazy new spirits. They slaughtered one another, evolving amid blood and fire, just as Di Yi had witnessed in those mountains.
In the end, these creatures once again possessed complete spirits, but they seemed to have been brainwashed. They had only one thought: to wage war against the Primordial Ancient Realm.
The creatures of the Primordial Ancient Realm already harbored hostility toward those corroded by the black mist. With those creatures entertaining such thoughts as well, they could only harden their hearts and strike, even if they had once been compatriots.
Naturally, the Foreign Realm had discovered this situation too. After all, some Undying Kings had sought to enter the Primordial Ancient Realm precisely to uncover their own origins.
What happened next needed no elaboration.
As for the other creatures in this outermost borderland, the Immortals could be considered their saviors, or not.
These creatures had defected, though they had their reasons. They had witnessed their own people attacking their own people, their own forebears beheaded by their own kind.
"The primordial spirits were empty, but the bodies remained. They were researching it too..." Among the stone inscriptions on Immortal