iples. An Immortal Body can master the Three Thousand Great Daos if desired. The greater their Dao mastery, the stronger they are within their realm. Thus, an Immortal Body is equally invincible in its era.

“Have there been battles between Godly and Immortal Bodies?”

“Yes!” The trio gasped. Such battles are unimaginable in power, too dangerous for ordinary cultivators to even witness without risking their lives.

“Who won?”

“Both sides had victories and losses. In history, only one era witnessed the coexistence of Godly and Immortal Bodies. The two rulers agreed to a series of peak battles upon maturity, with alternating victories. In their final battle, they went beyond the heavens and never returned.” Song Mingxuan was mesmerized, imagining the excitement.

By now, the sun had set. Brother Yu had quietly lit the lamps and resumed the pretense of reading.

“Although our sect has lost its body refinement techniques, they still exist in the cultivation world.”

Body refinement techniques bypass innate factors, using acquired methods to enhance physical strength. The body’s strength and its capacity for qi are interrelated. Thus, these techniques are closely guarded secrets within each sect, awarded only to core disciples or those with significant merit.

If an innate Godly Body also practiced high-tier body refinement, it would become near-perfect, boasting endless divine abilities and diamond-like toughness, truly unrivaled.

However, the training process is excruciatingly painful, involving near-death experiences. Merely achieving twenty or thirty percent proficiency requires immense perseverance, but even that level allows dominance across many territories.

No one knows the limit of mastering all ten levels; those who witnessed it likely perished.

“Uncle, you still haven’t answered my question. Are you at the Nameless Realm?” Tao Ci was deeply curious about the mysterious realms, their powers, and his own potential special constitution.

In a world without the internet, cultivation was the only interest for Tao Ci, who would have likely sought reincarnation out of sheer boredom.

“Dong! Dong!” The mountain bell chimed, startling resting birds into flight.

A mysterious bell, its origins unknown, chimed daily at sunset, startling birds, stirring idle people, awakening hungry children, and interrupting the philosophical musings of the disciples at the academy.

“Haha, want to know? Tomorrow I’ll tell you,” Third Martial Uncle teased, savoring his small revenge. “Hmph!” Song Qin huffed, displeased. She put her book back on the shelf and walked out, the others following, leaving the once-serene academy quiet again.

The Chaoyang Sect’s evening bell signals mealtime, and it’s an unspoken rule to head to the dining area upon hearing it. Hence, Third

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