Chapter 890: Chapter 370: The Cruelty of the Immortal Realm, Return to the Nine-State
"Eternalization Association."
"It’s an alliance formed by locals from several worlds around us, although we don’t have many powerhouses, the strongest one has just reached the status of a foreman."
"But by sticking together, we avoid being bullied by others."
Night Emperor and his companions chatted enthusiastically, gaining a lot of information and knowledge, broadening their horizons, and finally understanding the structure of this Immortal Realm.
Moreover, they concealed their true background from these locals, asserting that they weren’t ascended from one world, but rather chance companions from nearby worlds.
They revealed that they became Immortal through two disasters and one hardship, and this alone was enough to astonish everyone.
Every level brings a tremendous disparity.
After all, think about it, people only cultivate souls, while you cultivate both soul and flesh. Isn’t your potential greater and stronger?
Night Emperor sensed a profound sense of desolation and numbness in these miners.
Those old seniors shared their truths after drinking.
An elderly man got drunk, freed himself, and his voice was filled with sorrow, "We ascended to here only to realize the world’s disparity. It’s not that we aren’t strong, nor is it that we’re not diligent, but it’s the foundation!"
"All of us here have been prodigies suppressing realms, whose talents are superior to none, are we lesser in quality? No! What’s weak about us isn’t the talent, it’s the foundation of our civilization system!"
"World foundation is developed step by step. Low-level civilization systems have an extreme limit of one disaster and one hardship, the lowest two tribulations to become Immortal. We became Self-Transformation in over three thousand years, which is very fast."
"Intermediate civilization systems achieve Immortality in three to four hardships. The upper limit of their world system is high... People generally become Self-Transformation in over six thousand years; every one of them is a genius, each terrifying to the limit. I once accidentally offended them, almost getting killed in a few moves. Hahaha, then I realized how worthless I am."
The old man alternated between laughter and tears, "Different talents, different destinies! The strongest in this world isn’t your aptitude, talents, abilities, but your fate. Your birthplace largely determines your future potential; the civilization system of your homeland dictates your height."
Night Emperor remained silent.
We, Heaven’s Chosen, don’t believe in destiny.
Yet they, all believe in fate, or rather, submit to destiny.
He began to profoundly realize how magical and rare his own destiny path was, because with good luck, they could quickly surpass low, intermediate civilizations.
They even researched artificial Immortal Fate, crossing the cyclic-world period. No wonder Mu Qianxun was so shocked before; it requires vast civilization accumulation to mass-produce your world’s "Xian" Immortal Fate.
"Becoming Immortal beyond four disasters is the legendary high-level civilization system; those great powers ruling the Immortal Realm are all of this kind."
"We don’t wish others to follow our paths; we hope our homeland grows, that generation after generation, they fight through thorns and push our civilization system to the medium level, even high level."
"You’ve realized our dream! Intermediate civilization, we’ve waited for generations, two disasters and one hardship, no more being miners!"
"These Immortal Stones are my investment in you, hoping you grow."
Several people slurred as they drank, emotions overflowing, "Hopefully, when you grow up, you can give us a hand; instead of being miners, being gatekeepers of your Immortal Mansion would make us satisfied."
Night Emperor and his companions received thousands of Immortal Stones, seemingly a savings accumulated over time.
Leaving the banquet, walking along the night road, Night Mad Cultivator looked at the bustling streets and then at the numb miners:
"In any world, the gap between rich and poor is large; a world with vast extraordinary power in individuals will always have a pyramid structure, with only a few at the top."
Before, as Night Emperor, he was quite proud, enjoying the spotlight and praise from people. Everyone said he was unmatched for ages, causing some relaxation.
But now looking at his peers, weren’t they all once invincible in their domains? Proud, fierce, arrogant, but what are they now?
No.
Even he is a step behind them, whether in insight or talent, or cultivation aptitude.
Night Mad Cultivator clearly knows that his ability to reach this point contains a lot of water.
Becoming Ghost King, reliving a second life to rebuild the foundation, made his ordinary mortal credentials rival the top notch.
Supported by the Manor’s previous gaming accumulation of foundation, experience, cultivation, and lessons learned through many beatings in-game, enough to face treacherous rivals, he overcame danger repeatedly and defeated competitors.
Ultimately, his success lies in having a strong backing, a mysterious Manor Master, and a group of comically stubborn blacksmiths.
"Sword Casting Manor"
This beta-tested game truly changed lives.
"Immortal Stone." He weighed the bag in his hand, his expression indifferent, "Send it back to the manor for research, see what it is."
He also knows he has a fallback; he can return to his Celestial Destiny World anytime, wield the [Life and Death Legacy], and hold down the world.
External Immortals from different systems will be suppressed by a massive wave of metal stones, weakening their combat power. Winning against him won’t be easy; he at least has a fallback.
In the upcoming time, Night Emperor wasn’t in a hurry, traveling everywhere, observing, and collecting some interesting specialties from various places.
Preparing to return to the Nine-State, taking them as gifts!
In his eyes, if the Manor Master can cross into the Celestial Destiny World, surely he has crossed into the Immortal Realm too.
Whether Immortal Stones or various native products, they are worthless in that one’s eyes.
But gifts must still be brought!
Bringing his wife, carrying native products, and three hundred plus Immortal Stones he received, returning to Sword Casting Manor, to see the comically stubborn blacksmiths, this welcome gift is quite substantial.
He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Returning home in glory, I waited for thousands of years!"
"No, according to the blacksmiths’ words, I’m the AFK adventure team, the return of Embers baby, bringing back a lot of materials during the adventure."
Half a month later.
Having walked around the entire outer city nightlife district, Night Emperor quietly summoned Jian Xin and Emperor Zangwu, "I’m preparing to return to the Nine-State World, and what about you?"
Jian Xin shook his head, "I’m planning to mine."
Emperor Zangwu, "I’m quite interested too. Mining isn’t restricted there; as long as we reveal our Immortal credentials, we can upgrade to foreman status, entering management. They won’t refuse us talented geniuses with potential."
Immortal Stones, this whole new tomb is fascinating to them, and they planned to experience it themselves.
Night Emperor saw the two had no interest in returning to the Nine-State and didn’t mind; not everyone was as homesick as him.
These two were clearly pure seekers of Dao, devoid of external desires, wherever cultivation was possible was their new home.
Night Emperor prepared and then planned to quietly return, go back to the Nine-State.
And over the years, having seen big scenes outside, he increasingly found the Nine-State very special, very problematic, especially the painter.
Although he didn’t know the painter was so exaggerated, having a group of Immortals at his disposal.
But with traditional eyes, he thought the painter’s Self-Transformation Realm was very formidable, pushing the development of the Nine-State, which was the top-level civilization system in the Immortal Realm.
Moreover, he wished to return to Sword Casting Manor to look around.
The Manor Master was mysterious and unpredictable, surely not ordinary in background.
With a crashing sound.
"In short, every place in the Nine-State exudes extraordinariness and mystery."
He quietly left the world, entering the endless vast white void, determined the general direction, and headed to the Nine-State world.
Soon, he crossed the boundless space turbulence, passed through the Celestial Destiny World where he departed, and arrived before the Nine-State world.
"Just now, did I hear someone wailing?"
He carefully recalled, that sound vaguely seemed like Mu Qianxun, with words seemingly floating in the air, "If only we... had turned back then... how great it would’ve been..."
"An illusion?"
He plunged headlong into the Nine-State world.
