"All right, I should go."
An Jing rose to his feet. "After entering the Dao, even disciples cease to be flowers in a greenhouse. They must venture out and weather the wind and rain. The Great Luo Immortal Sect believes that building a cart behind closed doors cannot produce a true powerhouse. Only by witnessing the vastness of the world can we accumulate insights and build the foundations for forging an eternal Golden Core one day."
Li Xian nodded.
He knew about this system in the Great Luo Immortal Sect.
It was equivalent to granting princes their own fiefs once they came of age.
"Which domain did you choose?"
"There are 108,000 Domains. You wouldn't know it even if I told you."
An Jing knew Li Xian lacked general knowledge. After a moment, he explained anyway. "I wanted to choose an island in the Falling Star Sea to fight demonic beasts and grow rapidly through combat, but the old man vetoed it. He said things hadn't been peaceful there lately and assigned me to the White Rock Rift Valley..."
He paused. "All you need to know is that it's somewhere with little danger and high returns."
Li Xian did know about the Falling Star Sea.
When immortals and demons fought for supremacy, the Demon Race had been driven into the deep sea, and the Falling Star Sea was one of the coastal seas.
An artificially created coastal sea, at that.
Supposedly, hundreds of thousands of years ago, when the nine great Immortal Sects were expanding their territories and sweeping away the Undying Clan, a mighty figure from the Limitless Star Palace had drawn down a star from beyond the heavens. It had struck the earth and incinerated eighty billion corpse demons, leaving this mark behind.
As for the White Rock