Immortal Realm.
DuangDuang!~
Xin Xichen, Nine-headed Dragon Emperor, Phoenix Yi, Cursed, and others wore miner hats and miner clothes, vigorously swinging pickaxes.
They've been here for a day now and are barely adapting to the environment.
At this moment, their mood is still like country folks entering the city, everything they see is amazing.
Who would have thought there were so many realms above the Self-Transformation Realm at the Nine-State limit, and so many beings with magnificent divine power above the heavens.
"This is the land of the Immortals, and here I am, mining—honorable manual labor!"
Xin Xichen smiled and jested, "All the miners we see are great emperors like us, truly the myriad worlds are like Ganges Sand, inexhaustible and countless."
"Being a miner is a privilege though."
Cursed is always steady, completely unconcerned, methodically mining, "Not everyone is qualified to be a miner; only Immortals are qualified to mine!"
