Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 810

Chapter 810: A True Immortal [Cultivation Realms] Chapter 810: A True Immortal [Cultivation Realms] The royal demon guards wiped the beads of sweat from their foreheads, still trying to regain their composure.

Just then, they noticed a figure pacing back and forth in front of the palace gates.  The guards exchanged wary glances; something about her presence felt unusual, but no one dared approach her.

After all, she had arrived in the company of their emperor, and thus they refrained from making any rash decisions regarding her identity.

“Can I come in?” Shenlian Yingyue asked one of the guards, her voice slightly raspy.

The royal demon guards were left momentarily speechless, unsure of how to respond.

{Perhaps you should find a place to rest for now, Yue’er?} Shenlian Yinzhu’s voice echoed softly in her mind.

{You’re right, brother.} She agreed.

{We can figure out a plan to rescue your master later.} Jun Mu Yang chimed in.

{Speaking of which, A’Yang, aren’t you concerned about Xiao Jin’er?} Her thoughts drifted to Little Tulip.

Though Jun Mu Jin was safe with Ji Fulin, she couldn’t quell her worry.

{Honestly, should you be focused on that girl right now?

You need to consider your own well-being first,} Jun Mu Yang replied, not wanting to delve into the topic of his sister.

{Don’t stress about her, Yue.

My sister is capable; she’ll manage just fine on her own.} He offered her a reassuring smile.

Even though Jun Mu Jin was new to this world, he had absolute faith in her strength and ingenuity.

{I’ll reach out to Ji Fulin and check in on her.} Shenlian Yingyue nodded appreciatively.

With one final look at the imposing structure of the demon palace, she turned and departed, drawing no objection from the guards.

She understood that being inside the palace without Shen Xian’s explicit invitation would be inappropriate.

The last thing she wanted was to upset the demon elders, the demon kings, or the princes.

The reasons behind Shen Xian’s decision to bring her here were unclear to her.

Walking in a daze, she remained vigilant, her senses tuned to the surrounding environment.

Her consciousness slipped back into the Ethereal Small World, where she sought out Zhiyi, Xiao Li, and the others, ensuring they were all safe.

They were still immersed in a deep slumber, absorbing the new spiritual powers bestowed upon them by her ascension to a higher realm.

Yet, amidst this tranquil backdrop, Shenlian Yingyue grappled with a question: What level of cultivation lay beyond the Crossing Disaster Realm?  Had she truly shed her mortal form and transcended into the realm of true immortality?

The surge of strength coursing through her was undeniable, tenfold compared to before.

She felt as if a mere gesture could shatter the entire expanse of Yellow Planet with ease.  “Indeed, master, you’re powerful enough now to devastate a low-level planet effortlessly,” Xiao Yun chimed in, his excitement palpable as he materialized from the Ethereal Small World, perching comfortably on her shoulder.

His presence was unnoticed amidst the throng of demons, blending seamlessly with the energy that surrounded them.

“Is my strength really this formidable, Yunyun?” Shenlian Yingyue’s heart swelled with joy at the revelation.

How could one not revel in newfound power?

Yet despite the exhilaration bubbling within her, her expression shifted, growing solemn after that fleeting smile.

“Master, you’ve reached the early stage of the True Immortal.

A True Immortal can easily obliterate a low-level planet and annihilate countless Crossing Disaster cultivators as if they were mere ants,” Xiao Yun remarked nonchalantly, casually popping a fresh grape into his mouth while basking in her floral essence, his cheeks flushing with warmth.

She found a quaint restaurant, settling into a corner booth as she ordered a tea.

None of the demons paid her any mind as she engaged in conversation with Xiao Yun, her full focus on his words.

Oblivious to the peculiar stares of the demon waiter jotting down her order, she remained lost in her thoughts.

The magnitude of her awakening filled her with awe.

Though she had always been aware of the existence of worlds beyond her comprehension and skies that reached endlessly, experiencing it firsthand was profoundly moving.  She now wielded immense power, yet a shadow of uncertainty lingered.

The realization struck her that she was still far from the point of ability needed to shelter her loved ones from danger.

The path of cultivation was an infinite journey.

Achieving a level coveted by countless beings did not inflate her ego; instead, it ignited a fierce drive within her.

The desire to work harder, to push beyond boundaries, burned brightly.

She vowed to progress, to grow stronger, so that when storms brewed on the horizon, she and her loved ones would stand resilient against the onslaught of stronger forces.

A true cultivator understood that pride was a shackle, and arrogance was a veil that blinds one from the Dao.

To believe oneself supreme at any level was to halt progress, for the universe was vast, and beyond the heavens lied realms yet unseen.

The journey of cultivation transcend mere accumulation of power; it is a profound exploration of understanding-understanding oneself, the Dao, and the very fabric of existence.

Even as one ascended to the loftiest heights, the cosmos gently reminds us: “Above the sky, there lies another sky.

Beyond the Dao, another Dao awaits.” Her words, softly spoken, carried an undercurrent of unwavering resolve and an indomitable spirit.

To tread this path was to embrace the timeless essence of eternity, to remain ever vigilant, ever striving.

The true masters did not seek to dominate others; instead, they labored to conquer their own constraints, for the most formidable adversary is not a fellow cultivator, but the arrogance that shackled one’s pursuit of greater horizons.

Xiao Yun, Shenlian Yinzhu, Jun Mu Yang, and Shenlian Sheshan exchanged knowing smiles as the soft smile bloomed on their faces upon hearing her sage counsel, recognizing the strength of her determination.

Xiao Yun articulated his thoughts, “In the vast expanse of the cultivation universe, there exist countless continents and planets.

Each is stratified into tiers: low-level, high-level, and advanced realms.” In the low-level worlds, cultivators may aspire to attain the Crossing Disaster Realm.

Upon reaching the apex of this realm, they may ascend to higher worlds.

However, in the high-level realms, the pinnacle of the Crossing Disaster is merely the base level of cultivation.

Ascending from the Crossing Disaster, one may strive toward True Immortal, Golden Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, and ultimately Primordial Immortal.

Each of these realms is further dissected into four stages: early, mid, late, and peak.

Some individuals may toil for millennia, yet remain unable to breach the True Immortal Realm, while others, in but a fraction of that time, may ascend to greater heights.

Across all realms, the pattern remained consistent: there were prodigies, and there were the ordinary.

Yet a stark difference existed; those born in high-level or advanced worlds enjoyed privileges that the low-level denizens can scarcely fathom.

“Isn’t life cruel and unfair in its inequities, Master?” Xiao Yun mused, his voice calm, his rainbow-hued eyes devoid of any tumult.

It was evident he spoke not from a place of discontent, but rather as an observation of the world’s inherent complexities.

She acknowledged his inquiry.

In the world of cultivation, those born into superior environments-such as high-level worlds, noble clans, immortal sects, or blessed lands-naturally have access to abundant spiritual energy, powerful techniques, and rare resources.  This allowed them to advance faster and reach higher realms with relative ease.

Their foundation was strong, and their path was smoother.

Yet, this did not imply that those who hail from humble origins-be it low-level worlds, fleeting mortal villages, barren landscapes, or struggling sects-were destined for mediocrity.

In truth, hardship often fosters resilience.

Those who must labor for every inch gained, wrestle with adversity for every chance received, and forge their own destinies frequently cultivate a strength of will and an understanding of the Dao that the fortunate might never grasp.

“The ancients recognized that while resources and talent may offer certain advantages, they do not dictate one’s fate.

True power is born from within-an indomitable spirit, unwavering determination, and the wisdom harvested through life’s trials.” Her smile widened with each word, radiating a sense of conviction.

“I once heard a saying: one’s starting position does not define the heights one can achieve.” A gentle light and fierce spirit sparkled in her eyes, illuminating her profound belief.

Xiao Yun felt his heart race as he absorbed her words.

Her wisdom and open-heartedness were disarming; the very person he had chosen never ceased to leave him in awe.  He wondered if he had anything left to teach her, for she shone with a brilliance that eclipsed his own.