Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Inside the Teleportation Array leading to the Immortal Realm.

This time, as everyone stepped onto the path to the Immortal Realm once more, the joy they felt at the beginning was gone, replaced by a hint of fear.

Everything in the Immortal Realm now felt unknown to them.

If the Land of Evil was already so dangerous, one could only imagine how perilous the Immortal Realm must be.

After all, the Immortal Realm was where countless powerful cultivators gathered. Whether it was Demon Beasts or cultivators, they were all much stronger than those in the Immortal Relic Land.

"Brother Lin, what should we do next when we reach the Immortal Realm?"

Gao Ziyue, her face smeared with dirt, looked at Lin Chang’sheng.

Moments ago, in the battle against numerous Demon Beasts, Gao Ziyue had been left in a hopelessly disheveled state.

She had always thought of herself as a prodigy in the Southern Realm, but after leaving the Southern Realm, she realized her limited strength was barely worth mentioning.

If it hadn’t been for the protection of Wine Sword Immortal and Yan Zhen, she might not have survived.

So at this moment, Gao Ziyue felt a real sense of fear toward the Immortal Realm.

And it wasn’t just Gao Ziyue who was afraid; many other disciples shared the same feelings.

Lin Chang’sheng glanced at Gao Ziyue, then at the hopeful eyes of the surrounding disciples.

It seemed that, at this moment, everyone’s hopes rested on Lin Chang’sheng’s shoulders.

"After arriving in the Immortal Realm, your first priority is to join a Sect. Only with the protection of a Sect can you gain a measure of safety."

Lin Chang’sheng stated his views directly. Gao Ziyue, Yu Lingfei, and the others may have been considered prodigies in the Southern Realm.

But in the Immortal Realm, even being accepted into a Ninth-class Sect would already be a stroke of luck.

Lin Chang’sheng had no intention of laying low in a minor Sect, since smaller Sects had limited resources to offer.

And besides, he still had to deal with the pursuit from the Celestial Nether Sword Sect and the Gu Family.

A small Sect simply wasn’t capable of guaranteeing his safety.

Only by joining a stronger Sect could Lin Chang’sheng cultivate without worry.

"What about you?"

Gao Ziyue blinked at Lin Chang’sheng, as though hoping he would stay in the same Sect as them.

But considering Lin Chang’sheng’s talent, how could that be possible?

"I’ve made enemies with the Celestial Nether Sword Sect. Being with you would only drag you into trouble!"

Lin Chang’sheng reached out and wiped the grime from Gao Ziyue’s face. At the same time, he noticed the disappointment flicker in her eyes.

Because once they entered the Immortal Realm, they would be separated again—there was no telling when they’d meet next.

Perhaps after this farewell, it could be hundreds of years before they crossed paths again.

Gao Ziyue fell silent after hearing Lin Chang’sheng’s words.

No one could tell what she was thinking.

The journey to the Immortal Realm was long, and they spent a whole half an hour inside the Transmission Channel.

Only then did they feel the solid ground beneath their feet. In the next instant, the radiance of the array slowly faded away.

When everyone opened their eyes, what greeted them was a vast range of undulating mountains.

They stood at the summit of one such peak within the mountain range.

This peak wasn’t an ordinary mountain; it seemed to have been shaped long ago as a Guiding Mountain.

Because all around the summit, sixteen massive stone pillars stood, each carved with flowing, mystical runes.

The ground, too, shimmered with array patterns, making this spot resemble a Guiding Platform.

As the group landed, the glow from the array patterns gradually faded away.

"The spirit energy here is so dense!"

Yu Lingfei couldn’t help but remark in awe.

The spiritual energy here was ten times thicker than in the Immortal Relic Land. White cranes soared through the sky, ancient trees towered across the ground.

"So this... is the Immortal Realm?"

Zhuo Yijian drew a deep breath of the heavenly spiritual qi, sighing with emotion.

No wonder this was the place every cultivator longed for. Just the spirit energy alone far outstripped the Immortal Relic Land—a true paradise for cultivators!

"If I’d been born here, I’d already be at the Nascent Soul Stage! No wonder Nascent Soul Cultivators are everywhere in the Immortal Realm. With spiritual qi this rich, even a fool could form a Golden Core!"

Cao De snorted dismissively, feeling that even without sect support, he could reach the Nascent Soul Stage in a few months himself.

"To witness the Immortal Realm’s splendor—this journey was truly worth it!"

Wine Sword Immortal also spoke with deep emotion.

Lin Chang’sheng looked out at the surrounding scenery. As he absorbed the rich spiritual energy all around, his heart surged with excitement.

The Spirit Pool Earth Vein hadn’t even been located yet, and the qi here was already this thick. If he found a real treasure land, the spiritual energy would surely be a hundred times richer than in the Immortal Relic Land.

One day of cultivation here was worth a hundred days anywhere else.

With progress this fast, it was no wonder that so many strong cultivators hailed from the Immortal Realm.

...

A hundred miles away, among a stretch of rolling mountains.

Here, countless pavilions and palaces stood tall, their rooftops adorned with distinct moon patterns.

Inside a grand hall atop a mountain bearing a half-moon crest,

A middle-aged man crowned with gold spotted a distant glimmer of light, a pillar streaking from the sky straight to the earth. His gaze instantly sharpened.

"There are people from the Immortal Relic Land here. Fifth Elder, go and see how their aptitudes measure up."

Seated on a high throne, the golden-crowned man tossed out the order.

From below, a thin man in purple robes stepped forward.

The Purple Robe Daoist, holding his floating dust whisk, exuded a refined, otherworldly air.

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

With this, the Purple-robed Elder immediately led several disciples toward the pillar of light.

...

Two hundred miles away, a fortress perched atop a mountain.

The fortress bustled with people, a seething mix of all sorts.

At this moment, inside a room lined with Demon Beast hides, a burly man lounged atop a tall chair, a Demon Beast tooth necklace hanging around his thick neck.