On the road.
"Second Brother, aren't we drawing a little too much attention?" A woman suddenly spoke, her expression calm. "Though we have not reached the state of returning to simplicity that Master and the others have, we have already restrained our auras as deeply as possible."
"Little sister, that is not the reason."
The man at the very front slowly turned his head and raised a hand to point around them. "Now, winds and clouds gather in the great immortal cities throughout Boundless. Countless people stride like dragons and tigers, and those with immortal bearing are as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river. The reason we draw such attention should still be because we are Human Race Cultivators."
As they traveled, the faint phenomena surrounding them were simply not worth mentioning before those ostentatious Immortal Realm prodigies.
"I once searched the ancient records of the sect. Great numbers of Human Race newborns in the Three Thousand Immortal Territories died young... They are said to be the only race in the Immortal Realm without fortune's blessing. It seems these strange looks are because of that."
Someone else added a remark. They did not know much about the great Human Race powers in the other Immortal Domains.
"Mm."
At those words, many gazes deepened a little.
They quickened their pace a little and gradually vanished into the tide of myriad races within the immortal city.
Read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles—the two complemented one another. This was precisely why they had descended to this lower realm.
One month later.
Human Ancestor Domain.
Dawn broke, starlight faded, and the ancient land slowly revealed itself.
This place had once been the most revered land in the Immortal Realm countless ages ago. The Human Race had risen here in its