Wang Bo fell silent.
He gazed at the brothers Di Chu and Dijun, who were already comparable to Quasi-Immortal Kings.
It all felt somewhat unreal, and even harder to accept.
Since entering the Immortal Domain, he had cultivated desperately all these years, hoping to surpass the Eastern Emperor as soon as possible.
He had finally become an immortal and was only a hair's breadth from breaking through to late True Immortal.
Yet never mind the Eastern Emperor himself-even the brothers Di Chu and Dijun, who had remained in the lower world, had easily attained Dao Fruits surpassing his own.
He could not remain calm. Even his Dao Heart had begun to waver.
"All right, don't listen to his nonsense..." Di Chu knocked his younger brother on the head irritably, then told Wang Bo, "We didn't have it as easy down in the lower world as you did!"
Though the path of a Red Dust Immortal held tremendous promise,
along the way, they had to continually undergo Red Dust Death Tribulations.
Even with a pioneer like the Eastern Emperor sharing his experience and guiding them through the maze,
that did not mean they were guaranteed to become Red Dust Immortals. Every transformation was a trial between life and death.
The slightest mistake could plunge them beyond all redemption. Especially when they had no intention of taking Immortal Medicine or Nine-Turn Immortal Pills, the difficulty rose sharply.
For both Dijun and Di Chu, there had been one or two lifetimes when only the contingencies the Eastern Emperor had prepared allowed them to barely weather the crisis and successfully live anew.
All the torment and danger they had endured along the way-
only they themselves knew.
"Unbelievable. You've all actually reached such heights..."
Chuan Ying, the youthful-looking First Divine General of the Ancient