"As is known to the world today, there are different worlds, some of which are divided into immortals and mortals, and some where cultivators and mortals live together. The mortal world cannot connect to the immortal world, but in worlds where cultivators and mortals live together, one can ascend to immortality through continuous cultivation and tribulations. Above the immortal world is the divine world..."

"Old man, I know all of this. Every disciple of a sect will be taught these things in their theoretical lessons before they begin their cultivation. Can you tell us something we don't know?" Ji Fengyao sighed, secretly frustrated.

If you live a long life, it won't matter if you keep repeating these clichéd phrases every day.

Consider it a refresher course for the master who's been sent back to the drawing board and is now a complete novice.

But you're hanging on by a thread right now, you could kick the bucket at any moment!

"Little Qiongyao, don't be in a hurry. I'm about to tell you something that no one in the world knows," the mysterious old man said to Ji Fengyao with great affection, his tone quite similar to that of Hei Xiao when he spoke to Ji Fengyao.

Shang Xiye frowned slightly, almost imperceptibly, without making a sound.

But deep down, he started to ponder:

Could he be the old deity who often haunts his young wife's dreams?

"People only know about the three realms of mortals, immortals, and gods, but they don't know that beyond these three realms there are also the realms of illusion and saints. Few people in these three realms even know about the saints. Only one realm mentions it briefly, but it has never been taken seriously." The mysterious old man spoke very slowly, as if he was conserving his strength and controlling the time of his death.

Although most people think,

If the King of Hell wants you dead at midnight, how could he let you live until dawn?

No one in this world can control when they die.

But Ji Fengyao felt that the old man was controlling his own time of death.

"Could the Holy Realm you speak of be the Primordial Chaos?" Ji Fengyao recalled the name of another realm beyond the Three Realms that she had seen on Earth in her previous life.

But isn't that just something made up in a novel?

If it's not a fabrication, Earth is ten times less spiritually rich than this world, and is an ordinary mortal realm. How could the people there know about the Holy Realm?

In this world, how many purely coincidental events are there?

The mysterious old man nodded affirmatively at Ji Fengyao and said, "That's right. What that realm described as the beginning of chaos, when heaven and earth were in a state of primordial chaos, was exactly what the Holy Realm was like at the beginning."

Ji Fengyao: "...Old man, are you...are you just stalling for time and trying to fool us? Next, are you going to tell us the stories of Pangu creating the world and Nuwa creating humans? Luckily I've read a few books and know...no, luckily my immortal master told me these stories, otherwise I would have really been fooled by you!"

Respecting the elderly and caring for the young are virtues; one should not be angry with an innocent elderly person.

She endured it!

Shang Xiye glanced sideways:

Wait, could it be that the old immortal in the young wife's dream wasn't this old man?

I'm inexplicably a little disappointed...

I hope that old immortal is as ugly as this old man.

"What nonsense are you thinking?" The mysterious old man suddenly flicked a finger on Shang Xiye's forehead, puffed out his beard and glared at him, saying, "Back in the day, I was the most handsome man in the Holy Realm. This is just a mortal body. Can you see my charm?"

Shang Xiye: "..."

He took another careful look at the mysterious old man.

Hmmmm, the most handsome man?

Excuse me, his eyesight is too good; I really can't see anything about him that's beautiful.

Seeing his reaction, the mysterious old man was not angry but laughed and said, "Fu Xian, remember what you think today, and you will be pleasantly surprised in the future."

After the old man finished speaking, he lightly flicked Shang Xiye's forehead with his fingertips.

Shang Xiye felt the extreme flames within his sea of ​​consciousness churn slightly.