Summit Farmer

Another day had passed, and Peter Brown felt that he had put some distance between himself and the Despair Forest, arriving at a place surrounded by green mountains and clear waters. Peter seated himself cross-legged.

Peter hadn’t anticipated that the Immortal Realm would be far more dangerous than any place he had ever been to before.

Checking his cultivation, which had just barely reached the two-star level, Peter’s sense of crisis deepened further.

However, right now, Peter really didn’t have many options. He could only focus on getting through this difficulty first.

Fortunately, Peter had his own trump card. The attack power of the Black Lotus holy fate was formidable; even those at the four or five-star level might not necessarily be a match for it. Moreover, as the Black Lotus grew stronger, his ability to counterattack would also become much more powerful.

What made Peter most frustrated was the situation with the seed of the Central Holy Fate. Up to now, he had not discovered what kind of ability this holy fate had granted him, as it seemed to have never displayed its powerful traits.

When he checked on the energy of the Black Lotus holy fate, Peter was somewhat comforted to find that it had recovered a bit.

After inspecting the items he had acquired from killing three people along the way, Peter realized that they were mostly of little use to him, merely increasing his inventory of immortal coins somewhat.

Setting up a fire, Peter started to prepare some food for himself.

Who said immortals don’t eat meals?

Peter himself also scoffed at this idea, having always believed when he was in the Lower Realm that immortals didn’t need to eat. It was only after arriving here that he discovered eating was still one of the most important concerns for immortals, regardless of their cultivation level; the issue of eating was a serious matter.