The immortal realm.
The words hung in the air like a forbidden prayer, vibrating with a frequency that seemed to resonate with the very marrow of their bones.
Leng Shuang and Feng Yuyan breathed heavily, their lungs expanding with a jagged rhythm as they stared at the captured system core with a raw, unadulterated desire.
For every cultivator, from the lowest qi condensation servant to the highest supreme saint, they desire that elusive immortal realm more than life itself.
It was the end of the road, the final evolution, and the only escape from the cycle of reincarnation and the decay of time.
This system, the inheritance that showed up nowhere in the map of the central region or the vast wilderness, either existed outside their known reality in a different dimension entirely, or it originated from the immortal realm itself.
Either way, it was an incredible discovery that defied the common logic of the heavens.
