“Aren't we cultivators all like this?” Zi Ling said, frowning.

“That's why so few can advance to the Great Luo late stage. Besides the difficulty of cultivation, the inability to sever the Good Corpse is also an important reason," Han Li said, spreading his hands.

"Then what should we do?" Zi Ling also realized the seriousness of the problem, her pretty face solemn.

"Currently, whether it's my cultivation realm or Law comprehension, I've reached the peak of the Great Luo middle stage. Continuing to cultivate in seclusion is meaningless. I should go out and wander around, perhaps I can find a breakthrough," Han Li pondered for a moment, then said.

“I once heard Senior Xie say that sometimes the bottleneck for high-level immortals is not in cultivation or the Law itself, but in the state of mind, the state of mind that comprehends the world's most fundamental truth… Speaking of which, I have never been to the True Immortal World, and even in the Demon Realm, I have been constantly running around for various things… Brother Han, will you take me to see it properly?” A hint of joy flashed in Zi Ling's eyes, and she smiled.

“The True Immortal World is vast, far surpassing the Demon Realm, and there are many strange places. It will definitely not disappoint you. Speaking of which, I have only focused on cultivation these years and have not properly wandered around the True Immortal World. Let's take this opportunity to look around," Han Li was influenced by Zi Ling's emotions, and the bitterness in his heart dissipated.

He waved his hand, grabbed Zi Ling, and flew out of the flower branch space.

……

The Beizhou Immortal Territory is a small immortal territory on the edge of the True Immortal World. The heaven and earth vitality is not very rich. It is only famous because of the extremely beautiful aurora phenomenon that often appears in the sky.

Of course, this reputation is only for immortals above the Grand Unity Realm. Those whose cultivation is below the Golden Immortal Realm may not even have left the immortal territory where they were born in their entire lives. Those with even lower cultivation may not even have left the continent where they are located, let alone freely travel through the major immortal territories.

In fact, the vast majority of high-level cultivators, except for a very few, rarely give up closed-door cultivation and travel around, after all, even if they become high-level immortals, they will never give up any opportunity to continue to improve their cultivation.

In the northernmost part of the Beizhou Immortal Territory, on a continent that is covered in ice and snow all year round, there is a Tianpu Mountain Range, with snow-capped peaks towering into the clouds.

After the ice and snow melt, water gathers into waterfalls. The entire mountain range has formed thousands of waterfalls of various sizes due to its unique topography, which is extremely spectacular.

Whenever the aurora appears, the waterfall refracts the aurora in the sky, and the entire mountain range will be shrouded in an extremely dreamlike beauty, making people intoxicated.

At this time, on the top of the mountain, a man and a woman stood side by side, it was Han Li and Zi Ling who had changed their appearances, admiring the dreamlike scenery around them.

……

The Tianchao Lake in the Yuhu Immortal Territory, this lake is rich in high-grade spirit jade. The lake is filled with fog all year round, and the fog changes with the seasons, sometimes white, sometimes purple, and sometimes pink.

This kind of changing fog, coupled with the high-grade spirit jade, makes the Tianchao Lake widely known.

A small boat gently sailed across the lake. Han Li and Zi Ling were boating on the lake, their expressions calm, playing chess by the railing.

……

The Firebird Mountain Range in the Tianhuo Immortal Territory is named because many of its peaks resemble flying birds.

The underground magma here rolls, and ground fire often erupts from the tops of these flying bird peaks, looking like countless huge flying birds spewing heavenly flames.

On a dead volcano, Han Li and Zi Ling stood shoulder to shoulder, admiring the spectacle of ten thousand fires erupting.

……

The mysterious Green Mud Swamp in the Liulan Immortal Territory, the Red Sun Ocean in the Canghai Immortal Territory, the Storm Mountains in the Xuanfeng Immortal Territory…

Han Li and Zi Ling visited these unique immortal territories of the True Immortal World one by one.

With Han Li's current cultivation, his escape speed is extremely fast, and it does not take long to cross an immortal territory.

In just over two hundred years, the two have traveled through twenty or thirty immortal territories, witnessed countless unique and beautiful scenery, and exotic customs.

However, the True Immortal World is too vast, and the places they have traveled are still just a drop in the bucket compared to the entire True Immortal World.

Because of their fear of the Heavenly Court and the Reincarnation Palace's forces, the two went to small and medium-sized immortal territories, and constantly changed their appearances. The journey went smoothly and they were not recognized.

The western part of the Feiyi Immortal Territory, there is a continuous mountain range, on which grows a kind of blood-colored bamboo. Looking from a high altitude, the scenery of the entire mountain range is extremely spectacular.

Every time the wind rises, the blood bamboo forest moves with the wind, and the sound of rustling is like waves rolling, so it has the reputation of the Sea of Bamboo, which is quite famous.

Yushan City, a small city near the Blood Bamboo Mountain Range. On the top floor of a three-story restaurant in the city, Han Li and Zi Ling sat by the window.

They were drinking a kind of bright red wine, exuding bursts of strange bamboo leaf fragrance. It was a fine wine brewed from the roots of blood bamboo.

"The Blood Bamboo Sea is indeed well-deserved, and this Blood Bamboo Wine, although it is ordinary wine, tastes very good. This trip was not in vain," Zi Ling picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the fine wine, a look of intoxication on her face.

Han Li drank the wine in his glass and nodded slightly.

His appreciation of fine wine can be called a master. Although this Blood Bamboo Wine is a mundane thing, the taste of the wine gives people a sense of vicissitudes, which is quite rare.

Han Li put down his wine glass and looked down.

Pedestrians in the city were bustling and crowded.

During the two hundred thousand years in the flower branch space, he comprehended the Good Corpse and also cultivated the last two levels of the Refining God Technique, making rapid progress.

Now he has cultivated the sixth level of the Refining God Technique, and his divine sense has greatly improved again.

At this moment, Han Li did not unfold his divine sense to investigate, and everything in Yushan City was in full view.

Yushan City is a mundane city, where all kinds of people from all walks of life gather, officials, scholars, merchants, warriors, farmers, and many beggars.

All kinds of sounds, filled with countless complex emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, grief, as well as persistence, greed, hatred, etc., came rushing towards him.

Han Li suddenly sighed softly, poured a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

"What's wrong?" Zi Ling looked over.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little sentimental about the various aspects of the mortal world. Whether it's ordinary people or cultivators like us, we can't help but be involved in it, and no one can transcend it," Han Li said lightly.

"Although we immortals have a long lifespan and are almost immortal, we cannot escape grievances, affections, and entanglements in the world," Zi Ling also put down her wine glass and sighed.

Han Li looked into the distance and remained silent.

"Brother Han, is there still no progress in sensing the Good Corpse?" Zi Ling asked.

Han Li shook his head silently, and a layer of worry appeared between his brows.

"You have accompanied me for more than two hundred years, and have traveled through many places. I am very content. Why don't you start cultivating in seclusion from tomorrow? Perhaps you can gain something from these years of comprehension," Zi Ling said softly after a moment of silence.

"The matter of severing the corpse is different from other cultivation. It cannot be achieved by accumulating time, otherwise, how could so many people in the True Immortal World be stuck here? I have a premonition that the key to advancing to the Great Luo late stage lies in this mortal world. Let's still wander around and try our luck," Han Li shook his head and said.

Zi Ling smiled upon hearing this and nodded.

Han Li picked up the wine pot and filled the two's glasses, and they drank a cup together.

"... Then the old immortal Ling Yun sacrificed a flying sword, the white light was ten thousand feet long, and the light of the sun and moon was covered up. The evil dragon was immediately frightened out of its wits and turned to escape, but how could it escape? Only a flash of sword light was seen, and one of the evil dragon's front claws was cut off, and the bright red dragon blood poured down, instantly dyeing the pool water red." A voice came, it was an old storyteller in the restaurant telling a story about a sword immortal eliminating harm for the people.

The Feiyi Immortal Territory attaches great importance to the distinction between immortals and mortals, and immortals are strictly prohibited from appearing among mortals. Therefore, for ordinary people, immortals are ethereal and mysterious, and are the best topics of conversation.

This old man has good eloquence, and the story is also wonderful, attracting many diners around.

Hearing this, the nearby diners all ohhed and stared at the old storyteller, waiting for the next chapter.

The old storyteller did not speak immediately, but coughed pretentiously, picked up his teacup, and took a sip of tea.

At the same time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in green clothes walked out gracefully, holding a copper plate and bowing to everyone with a smiling face.

This was asking for money. The storyteller did speak well, and the girl looked pretty, so many diners naturally generously donated money and threw coins on the tray. The storyteller smiled and cupped his fists to the guests.

Han Li smiled slightly when he saw this scene.

He lived in a mountain village since he was a child, and he had no chance to hear such storytelling. At most, he would listen to the people in the village who could go out and talk about the outside world.

At that time, he was similar to these diners, full of yearning for the unknown world and the bizarre things that were spread as myths among mortals.

The girl in green lowered her head to pick up the money. The girl's skin was already fair, and now she revealed a section of her white and tender pink neck, which made her even more beautiful. Several rogue guests joked loudly, saying that the girl was good-looking and so on.

The girl in green was very thin-skinned, and her face flushed immediately, but she did not stop picking up money, but kept using the copper plate to cover her cheeks. This half-covered and half-hidden shy appearance made the rogues even more coveted.

The girl seemed to feel the unkind gazes of several people, and hurriedly picked up the money and retreated.

Among the rogues, a young man in luxurious clothes with a wretched appearance suddenly laughed strangely when the girl passed by, and reached out to grab the girl's wrist.

The girl in green immediately screamed "Ah".

The young man in fancy clothes hiccupped with alcohol, seemingly already drunk and unconscious, reached out to touch the girl's chin, and teased, "Little girl, you are so beautiful, where are you from? Don't tell stories here, brother will take you to eat good things..."

The girl in green was full of panic and cried out for help.

The old storyteller panicked and rushed over to save the girl, but was pushed away by the young man in fancy clothes.

The young man seemed to have some martial arts skills and was quite strong. The old man broke through a railing when his body collided with it, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed.

"Grandpa!" the girl in green cried, struggling desperately, but unable to break free at all.

Other diners upstairs saw the trouble, and some timid people left their seats one after another.

Han Li frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he still sat in place and did not move.

This kind of molesting of good women can be said to be commonplace among mortals, happening almost every moment, and is not a big deal, but the matter of everyone listening to the story before made him feel a little touched.