In the distance.
Chen Xun merely glanced over and sighed. "Old Ox, Little Crimson, I have to say, Immortal Realm Beings really are powerful. At only fifteen, they can already engage Transformation God Stage beings in a physical deathmatch."
Having traveled through many lands.
He had never seen any Primordial Human Race beings. It seemed that such a frail race had long since been eliminated by the Immortal Realm. There were no so-called mortal spirits either. Even members of the Giant Spirit Clan who lacked spirit roots could cultivate immortality and comprehend the Great Dao of the flesh.
Big Black Ox snorted a breath through his nostrils and slowly nodded.
Such a thing had been unimaginable in the former Three Thousand Great Worlds. Cultivating too quickly meant being unable to withstand the impact of one's realm soaring too rapidly; not even the great era's prodigies could manage it. Yet such a wondrous thing was utterly ordinary in the Immortal Realm.
The root bones of Immortal Realm Beings were simply too powerful.
It could be said that what these Immortal Realm Beings lacked were Immortal Dao methods—how to walk a path suited to themselves.
The first ten thousand years of the Heaven-Opening Era in the Immortal Realm had been unimaginably brutal. Most Innate Lifeforms suffered Qi Deviation and fell into all manner of deadly places, dying in every conceivable fashion. Some drank themselves to death; some were crushed to death while moving mountains; there were all sorts.
Now, after generations of extinction.
The Immortal Realm Beings who had survived until today all had some skill to rely upon. They formed tribes, races, sects, factions, and more, seeking the Great Dao together.
They felt this especially clearly in Mist Wasteland River.
Over the past ten years.
Quite a few tribes had vanished.