Published: February 25, 2025
Tan Yun quietly opened his eyes.
He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a middle-aged general sitting on a celestial chair, wearing top-grade immortal armor, staring at him with disdainful eyes.
The general's expression was full of arrogance, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.
"Is this the so-called 'young master'?" he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.
Tan Yun felt a surge of anger rise within him but managed to suppress it, maintaining his composure.
He took a deep breath, focusing on the situation at hand rather than the general's derision.
The teleportation array behind him hummed softly, and he could sense the energy within it, ready to transport him to another location.
However, the atmosphere had shifted, and he knew that he had to be cautious.
"Are you going to just stand there or do you have something to say?" the general continued, his tone condescending.
Tan Yun took a step forward, his voice calm but firm.
"I have come here with a purpose, and I will not be intimidated by your words."
The general raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Tan Yun's defiance.
"You think you can just waltz in here and demand respect?" he chuckled.
But Tan Yun stood his ground, unwavering in his resolve.
"I am not here to beg for respect, nor do I require your approval. I am here to fulfill my mission."
The general's expression faltered for a moment, caught off guard by Tan Yun’s determination, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Very well, young master. But remember, this is not a place for the weak. If you cannot prove your worth, you will be discarded like the rest."
With that, the general gestured dismissively, signaling that the conversation was over.
Tan Yun felt a chill run down his spine but knew that he had a long way to go in his journey through the eternal cycle of reincarnation.
With a final glance at the general, he turned back to the teleportation array, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him in the unknown.
It was clear that this middle-aged general was at least at the refining immortal realm second level!
Tan Yun was self-aware; if the other party wanted to kill him, a hundred of him would not stand a chance.
“I will remember you. If I get the chance in the future, I’ll come back to destroy you!” Tan Yun thought fiercely in his heart, but on the surface, he changed to a panicked expression and flew towards the middle-aged general.
Before long, Tan Yun landed in front of the middle-aged general with a trembling demeanor. “I’m just a newcomer, if I have done anything wrong, I hope the Celestial Being can forgive me.”
“Enough with the nonsense,” the middle-aged general said impatiently. “Show me your Identity Immortal Token.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Tan Yun smiled obsequiously and took out the Identity Immortal Token from the Qiankun Ring, extending his right hand towards the other.
“Do you even know the rules, you little ant?” the middle-aged general scolded. “You, a lowly ascender from the Mortal Plane, kneel and present it with both hands!”
He understood that throughout history, there had always been cultivators below the transcendence realm in any immortal realm; these cultivators were the local natives, regarded as the upper class.
All ascenders from the Mortal Plane were referred to as lowly by the local inhabitants of the immortal realm!
When Tan Yun ascended to the position of primeval supreme, he ordered the abolishment of the distinction between the upper and lower classes and established the celestial laws to prevent discrimination against ascenders from the Mortal Plane. However, it seemed that with his return to the eternal cycle of reincarnation, the immortal realm had reverted to its old views, looking down on ascenders from the Mortal Plane!
After mentally cursing the middle-aged general’s ancestors, Tan Yun couldn’t help but clench his fists slightly, suppressing his anger. Just as he was contemplating how to respond, a heavenly sound filled with displeasure suddenly resonated from behind him. “Wan Baoshan, you really have a lot of authority.”