The Four Directions Immortal Realm, vast and boundless.
Surrounding the Five Immortal Realms, many recorded races rely on these realms for survival. Among these numerous races, some are quite renowned within the Five Immortal Realms.
For instance, the Howling Sky Demon Tiger Clan, the Black Mountain Tree Demon Clan, and the Nine-Winged Flying Jiao Clan, among others…
They lurk in the mountains, wilderness, and deep waters…
As the regions extend further out, they become areas unnamed by the Five Immortal Realms, filled with eerie and terrifying phenomena.
There are thousand-foot-tall volcanoes that erupt year-round; ominous lands where cold winds blow perpetually; snow-covered peaks frozen in eternal cold; regions of perpetual darkness where one can’t see their hand in front of their face; dark forests shrouded in poisonous mists; and lands where thunder roars like a hellish purgatory…
In the dense mountains surrounding the Five Immortal Realms, amidst rolling mists, the chilling roars of beasts echo.
Listening closely, it sounds like a tiger’s roar.
“How many years has it been! How many years! I’ve crossed mountains and rivers, inquired all along the way, and after countless hardships, I finally found my clan. Why won’t they accept me even now!”
In a mountain stream, a middle-aged man with a beard pounded the ground with his fists, growling in frustration.
His voice wasn’t too loud, somewhat aggrieved, as if afraid of being heard.
At a glance, who else could this be but Tiger Zhan, the once high-spirited Monster Sovereign of the Spirit Dust Realm?
Ever since he ascended to the Immortal Realm with excitement and longing from the Spirit Dust Realm,
Tiger Zhan had been unhappy, always unhappy.
In the lower realm, he was the supreme ruler, doing as he pleased, with rules bent to his will. But in the Immortal Realm, he felt utterly insignificant, surrounded by countless beings more powerful than himself.
He often felt like the dimmest star in the vast sky!
Since arriving in the Immortal Realm, he hadn’t dared to call himself “this sovereign” in front of others. He missed the days when he could proudly refer to himself as such…
Tiger Zhan always remembered Ambrose Lu’s words,
Saying that the Howling Sky Demon Tiger Clan existed in the Immortal Realm, and that Tiger Zhan’s destiny lay there…
But in the end… destiny, my foot.
There was no destiny, only suffering.
However, that Ambrose kid sure knew how to pick a name, daring to share a name with the peak giant of the Central Immortal Realm, the former Immortal Emperor of Longevity. What a joke.
And that turtle he couldn’t forget, it must have come from some race in the Immortal Realm too. Thinking back, it wasn’t surprising he was scared back then; after all, it came from the Immortal Realm, while he was merely at the Tribulation Crossing stage.
Sigh, I wonder how Sophia Ji, Nathan Zhang, Karl Jiang, Laura Qin, and Sean Liu, who ascended around the same time as me, are doing now…
They should have ascended long ago.
If they are thriving and living better than me, I won’t be too happy about it.
But it’s unlikely; the Immortal Realm is too cruel. I’ve deeply experienced this in the past six hundred years.
“Oh, isn’t this Tiger Zhan? Haven’t seen you in a while, and you’re looking so miserable!”
“Hahaha, a mongrel tiger from the lower realm wants to join our Howling Sky Demon Tiger Clan? Dream on.”
“Exactly, I don’t know what the elders are thinking, neither killing him with a single strike nor driving him away.”
“This mongrel tiger has such thick skin, staying on our Howling Sky Demon Tiger territory for so many years, shamelessly refusing to leave.”
“……”
Five small demon tigers with purple-black fur strutted up to Tiger Zhan, mocking him.
These little demon tigers had a pair of wings on their backs, and the king-shaped markings on their foreheads were exceptionally prominent, exuding a faint aura of dominance.
However, perhaps due to their youth, they had yet to reveal their full potential.
Hearing this, Tiger Zhan remained expressionless. After so many years, he had grown accustomed to it.
He couldn’t be bothered to argue with these young demon tigers who hadn’t yet taken human form.
Of course, he didn’t dare to argue either. Though these little demon tigers weren’t powerful yet, each one was a direct descendant of the Howling Sky Demon Tiger Clan.
Their connections were too strong to provoke.
“Tch, boring.”
The five little demon tigers immediately lost interest and were about to leave with their short legs.
This mongrel tiger used to show anger on his face, but now he’s so quiet.
Mocking him doesn’t feel as satisfying anymore.
After the little demon tigers left,
Tiger Zhan looked around for a long time, finally sighing heavily and standing up silently.
He didn’t want to waste any more time with the Howling Sky Demon Tiger Clan; he had already spent too much time here.
If this place doesn’t keep me, there will be another place that will.
“Sigh.”
Tiger Zhan sighed again and turned to leave.
“Tiger Zhan.”
At that moment, an old voice sounded behind him.
Tiger Zhan’s body froze, and he turned around to see the old man in purple robes before him. He bowed with a bitter smile, “Elder, Tiger Zhan will leave immediately and no longer disturb you. Thank you for not driving me away all these years.”
Si Bingzhu smiled and said, “Stay.”
“Elder, don’t worry, I’ll leave… stay?”
Tiger Zhan’s expression froze as he realized what was said.
Did he hear it right? After so many years, why was he being asked to stay now? Could it be that his sincerity had finally moved the elder, and he was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel?
“Yes, stay,” Si Bingzhu said with a faint smile.
Tiger Zhan’s heart was filled with mixed emotions, joy, confusion, and bewilderment.
He asked, “Elder, may I ask why?”
Si Bingzhu pondered and said, “The bloodline of the Howling Sky Demon Tiger within you is not pure. There is a trace of something else, even I don’t know what kind of bloodline it is… Who are your parents?”
Si Bingzhu knew that Tiger Zhan had ascended from the lower realm, which didn’t surprise him.
After all, in the Howling Sky Demon Tiger Clan, many demon tigers who had committed crimes were banished to the lower realm.
Tiger Zhan shook his head, “Elder, I have never seen my parents. Since I gained consciousness, I’ve been alone.”
Si Bingzhu sighed and said, “The reason we didn’t let you join before was because of your bloodline. Our Howling Sky Demon Tiger Clan has always been pureblood.”
“Then why now?” Tiger Zhan asked in confusion.
“Ascending from the lower realm is not easy, and I see a certain tenacity in you. Stay,” Si Bingzhu said, turning to continue, “Follow me, I’ll take you to the Blood Fusion Pool to see if we can extract that trace of different bloodline.”
Hearing this, Tiger Zhan quickly followed…
Meanwhile,
In the Soul Realm.
A dark place filled with countless wandering souls.
Ambrose Lu and the hunched old man appeared out of thin air.
“Who dares to trespass in the Soul Realm?!”
The openly arriving Ambrose Lu and Old Turtle quickly attracted the attention of several nearby soul guards!!
Ambrose Lu and Old Turtle exuded a vast vitality, in stark contrast to the pervasive deathly aura of this space.
Clang, clang, clang, clang…
In the next moment, a dozen soul guards, holding soul chains, quickly approached Ambrose Lu and Old Turtle!
The soul guards’ eyes were somewhat grave; they had already sent a message to the higher-ups immediately!
Not to mention anything else, these two were clearly still alive yet could enter the Soul Realm, which was undoubtedly extraordinary!
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