The Post Sky Tipping Era

Yang Jian... Yang Jian?

Zhu Xiong was momentarily stunned, and so were the other Spiritual Realm masters. In their world, there were legends and myths, although they did not know if this world had its own mythologies. However, the name Yang Jian was not one to be carelessly used, as it truly was a divine title.

So had they encountered a deity as soon as they crossed over?

That was simply ridiculous.

In a world where the cosmic energy density was only a tenth of their own, even if cultivators existed, such a world could not nurture a deity because shallow waters do not produce a True Dragon. Whether it was evolution of cultivators or even the legendary Immortal Cultivation, both required the support of cosmic energy.

Therefore, Zhu Xiong did not believe a word the person in front of him said. He replied coldly, "You say you are a deity? There’s no deity that wanders around with a Coke in hand. It doesn’t matter what your name is, but from your words, I can tell you know Li Yi... So did that guy spill the beans about the Cross-borders to you?"

"No, you misunderstand. I’m not well acquainted with Li Yi, nor have I gleaned any information from him. His appearance is merely a part of fate, and this was the best outcome I chose. Your arrival here is an anomaly, and anomalies often signify disaster. I cannot allow that to happen, so you have two choices."

Yang Jian’s tone remained calm and detached, embodying a transcendental divinity, "First, I can send you back. I have always been quite tolerant of ordinary people."

"Send us back? That’s quite bold of you. The gate to cross borders is already closed, and you think you can send us back? Do you really think you’re a deity?" one of the Spiritual Realm cultivators couldn’t help but scoff.

The intensity of cosmic energy in this world was low, making opening a gate to cross borders nearly impossible here.

The others furrowed their brows, pondering the truth of this man’s words.