Chen Mansion, True Martial City: Chen Zhengqing, Nangong Yue, and the others saw the images in the sky screen and muttered, “Xiaofan.” They knew: once Chen Fan entered the immortal gate, they would be worlds apart. Immortal and mortal. No one knew when they’d meet again, or if they ever would. “Scoundrel! Heartless man!” Xuan Shitong’s eyes reddened slightly, unwilling to part with him. At the True Martial Academy’s Heavenly Bastion Peak, Chen Wushang stood straight as a spear, his aura sharp and restrained. He, too, watched Chen Fan with unwavering eyes. Since childhood, Chen Fan had been his goal, his role model. One day, he would find his own path to the Heavenly Domain. Chen Fan flew toward the immortal gate. A mysterious feeling grew inside them. Turning back, they suddenly saw different visions. He saw the True Martial Academy, the True Martial City, his parents, his lover, and Chen Wushang. It was such a simple gate, but it connected two different worlds. A difference of one step, but it was two completely different worlds! The immortal light blinded them. When they could see their surroundings again, it was already an unfamiliar environment. “We’ve already arrived at the Heavenly Realm, huh...” They adapted to the lighting, and their vision gradually cleared up. They stood beneath a vast stretch of mountains. Then came the sound of sharp breaths. “So, this is the immortal sect? How majestic. If I died after seeing this, I’d have no regrets,” someone whispered, awestruck. Looking around them, they could only see an endless stretch of mountains, their peaks piercing the clouds, straight as an arrow. Some mountains were adorned with flowers and featured numerous palaces. Countless waterfalls, thousands of feet tall, cascaded from the cliffs like jade dragons leaping from the sky. The sky itself was a pure, crystal blue; not a single dark cloud in sight. The sun hung high, radiating soft, bright light, untainted by even a speck of dust. Pine trees were rooted on the hundreds of mountain peaks, and had grown majestically, giving off an ancient aura. In the deepest part of the range, shrouded in mist, a colossal sky city floated like a mirage. It was ethereal and dreamlike. They felt as though they had truly stepped into a paradise. Chen Fan looked over and was frozen in shock. A shock welled up from deep within him. It was a visceral feeling he couldn’t put into words. The others were also the same. A Greater Legend was shaken to his core. He felt ashamed and couldn’t help but sigh. “Immortal sect! Immortal sect! That is the immortal sect! A true paradise. It’s leagues beyond my sect. There’s simply no way to compare the two. Since childhood, I dreamed of becoming a Legend, maybe even a Void Immortal Supreme, leading a sect and wielding power. But looking at this... how laughable that dream now seems.” Suddenly, a scoff rang out, followed by the sound of mockery. “As expected, a bunch of country bumpkins. I still don’t get why the immortal sect let these hill-dwellers into the Heavenly Domain. They’re polluting the air just by being here.” The voice was harsh, grating to the ear, and deeply unpleasant. Chen Fan and the others turned around to look. From the clouds came the cries of immortal cranes, rising and falling with eerie rhythm. To their surprise, seven or eight white dots streaked across the sky in the distance, swift as arrows. At first, they looked no bigger than a fist; soon, the immortal cranes grew to a size larger than a bull. Those immortal cranes all looked exceptionally fine. The top of their heads was bright red, and their wings were spread open, setting off fierce winds. Their steel-like talons looked sharp enough to tear through metal. Even more striking was that on each crane sat a young man clad in ornate brocade. They weren’t just youthful in appearance; they were truly young. As the cranes descended, the winds grew fiercer. With each beat of their wings, gusts surged like arrow volleys, scattering people in all directions. Chen Fan and the others’ expressions changed, and they retreated. Some people were lifted off their feet and sent flying, screaming miserably. The youths on the cranes burst into laughter at the scene, mocking them without restraint. “Hahahaha, they really are a bunch of country bumpkins. Losers that can’t even stand the wind!” The crowd steadied itself, faces flushed with anger. They were all prodigies of the various continents. When had they ever been humiliated ? Their faces and ears flushed red in anger, and their eyes could spew fire. Yet the crane-riders remained indifferent. With sneers and arrogant disdain, they spat at the crowd, stirring up even more chaos. “Ptooi, a bunch of losers, peasants!” The youths rocked with laughter, clearly amused, and prepared to leave on their immortal cranes. A Greater Legendary realm expert stepped forward, unleashing a powerful aura. The young men on the immortal cranes’ backs raised their eyebrows, looking at this person with a vague smile. This Greater Legend was from the Qitian Continent and had a burly figure. A formidable aura spread out, forming a whirlwind that swept out. However, before it could get within thirty feet of the immortal crane, it was drowned out by the fierce winds set off by the immortal crane. “Apologize?” one of the youths repeated, then they all burst into laughter. “Hahahaha, did I hear him right? This country bumpkin wants us to apologize. Is he stupid?” “Is he here to make jokes? He wants us to apologize!” “As expected, a country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. They still haven’t realized the situation they’re in. Still acting like he’s in his backwater hometown.” These young men ridiculed them without restraint. The Greater Legendary realm expert from the Qitian Continent was furious and couldn’t hold it in any longer. His true primeval erupted in an instant, and he grabbed at the air. With a boom, it turned into a large hand of true primeval that tried to grab them. “Damn it, go to hell!” The young men’s expressions immediately turned cold; he hadn't expected him to actually strike. It was simply blasphemy. An imposing youth in a gold-trimmed brocade robe struck out with a palm strike. “You’re courting death!” The primeval qi of heaven and earth surged. Threads of law shone, condensing into a large golden hand, and struck out. Their attacks collided together and exploded, setting off a terrifying storm and sweeping out. However, the storm was torn apart in an instant, and the large golden hand arrived ferociously. The expression of that Greater Legend changed drastically. He retreated frantically, but it was already too late, and he was sent flying by the palm strike, spewing fresh blood furiously. The crowd’s faces changed, filled with horror. Even Chen Fan and the others were no exception, as the youth in the gold-trimmed brocade robe was only in the peak Lesser Legendary realm. Yet, he had defeated and injured a Greater Legend with a single palm strike. It was unbelievable.