The group saw him and quickly composed themselves then kneeled on the ground while shouting: âGreetings, Young Noble.â
They have been won over completely by this master. Working for him would be an honor.
âItâs time to go since thereâs nothing left to do here.â Li Qiye patted his hands and smiled.
âYoung Noble, you were successful?â Wild Bull wasnât one to hold his tongue in the group: âWhat did you get from there, really an item for immortality?
âWant to take a look?â Li Qiye glanced at him and chuckled.
Everyone became excited. Even Ill Lord couldnât continue acting cool and took one step closer.
There was no doubt they wanted to see the item but hesitated from asking directly.
âOf... of course, I do.â Wild Bull spoke without thinking and scratched his head: âIâve never seen an item of immortality before.â
Since Wild Bull had already spoken up, the rest of the group no longer needed to hold back. Golden Dragon smiled: âYoung Noble, will you broaden our horizon by letting us see how magical the item is?â
âYoung Noble, it must be an immortal grass?â The lady became anxious as well.
âI suppose I can let you all see it.â Li Qiye took out the black soil and gave it to Wild Bull.
âYoung Noble, are you messing with us? This looks just like the mud in my old fish pond.â Wild Bull didnât expect to be given something like this.
âIdiot.â Ill Lord slapped him on the neck and glared: âYour fish pondâs mud has this majestic life force capable of gestating three thousand worlds? If thatâs the case, you must be an immortal, so why are you trapped in this god-forsaken place?â
Wild Bull immediately took another look at the soil: âI think youâre right.â
âWhat kind of mud is this? Immortal mud?â The scholar carefully observed and became startled: âIâve never seen muddy soil at this level before. It really can gestate three thousand worlds.â
âIf there are immortals in this world, then it makes sense for you to call it immortal mud.â Li Qiye chuckled: âBut since there are no immortals, this classification is inaccurate.â
âWhat is it then?â The lady joined in: âI actually think that one can grow any immortal grass with this soil or even an entire world.â
âYou need the right seed for that particular type of grass in order to do so. If you want to plant a world, then you need a world seed as well. As the saying goes, even the most talented housewife canât make rice without grains.â Li Qiye answered.
âSo youâre saying it can really handle an entire world?â Golden Dragon looked at the soil with widened eyes.
âYou have a world seed?â Li Qiye retorted.
âUhhâ¦â Golden Dragon didnât know how to answer since he has never seen a world seed before. Who knows if one even exists?
âYoung Noble, you said that there are no immortals in this world, but where else can such a fertile piece of soil originate from?â Ill Lord had a deeper reflection on this issue. The rest only viewed the soil as a great treasure.
âWho knows? Thatâs beyond your reach right now.â Li Qiye smiled.
âHaha, Young Noble, there is no one else here, just tell us.â Wild Bull didnât show any reservation.
âYou really want to know?â Li Qiye smiled and pointed at the land: âWho do you think this prison is meant for? Your group? No. Look over at that pit, inside is an incredible existence. This prison was built solely for this being. Youâre all just insignificant intruders. Now, look at the yellow sand here. The crystallization process seen in every speck started from the most terrible true fire employed by this being to burn the chains of captivity. This went on for long enough to give the sand its current texture.â
He went on: âJust imagine, this person was already imprisoned so definitely not at their peak state. The true fire was only a tiny part of their power. From that, one could infer the beingâs original power.â
The group felt dread, even Ill Lord who has correctly predicted this already.
âBut who can imprison such a great existence?â Ill Lord murmured.
âThatâs the interesting part.â Li Qiye smiled: âDo you think the imprisoned existence is an immortal or a devil? If heâs an immortal, then his captor must have been a devil. If heâs a devil, then the captor must be an immortal.â
This topic was very interesting yet daunting to the group. Ill Lord was the first one to speak again with his hair standing on end: âBut there are no immortals in the world.â
âThe terrors of this world are beyond your imagination.â Li Qiye said flatly.
The group got cold sweat all over since Li Qiye had broadened their horizons with knowledge about the world. A while ago, they were prideful and confident in their own abilities.
They knew that they couldnât fight against progenitors, but they were still at the top of Imperial Lineage - capable of looking down on the rest of the world. Only progenitors were above them.
This was especially true for Ill Lord. He didnât care for anyone below the progenitorial realm until now.
They found the world was much bigger than expected. The real masters were something else.
âI guess weâre really just ants.â Ill Lord emotionally concluded. The rest didnât say anything because they were inferior to Ill Lord; this wasnât a conversation they could join in. The four of them together couldnât take him on, let alone someone even stronger.
âTime to leave this place since thereâs nothing else here.â Li Qiye said.
âWeâre leaving now?â The scholarâs eyes lit up with excitement.
âReally?â Wild Bull was even more out of control: âItâs about time to leave this hellish place, haha, it has trapped us for an entire generation. I was gonna go crazy pretty soon.â
Ill Lord was eager as well, wanting to move on from this chapter of his life.
They used to think that they would follow the footsteps of those who have died here, eventually turning into bones. Being able to actually leave this place alive was a dream come true, so their excitement was understandable.
âWhere do we leave from?â The scholar asked.
âWherever your heart is.â Li Qiye said: âThe prisonâs exit is not fixed since it doesnât have one in the first place.â
âIt doesnât? Then how do we leave without a path?â Ill Lord became confused.