"Yeah, if I had known it would be this fun, I should have let the Realm Lord reincarnate me later. I also want to try lying down and winning as an infant."
"What enemy realm? There's no such thing as an enemy realm anymore, it's all our True Martial Spirit Realm now!"
An unsatisfied infant suspended in the air babbled, pointing at the crowd.
All around him, more babies either floated or stood, rolled on the ground, or gnawed on bottles, each with eyes spinning around, looking particularly amusing.
"Yes, yes, this baby has such insight, it's truly making us adults blush!"
The crowd burst into laughter.
The entire True Martial Immortal Sect is now roughly divided into three factions.
One faction consists of the disciples who stayed behind at the True Martial Immortal Sect. Each of them curiously stands on the sidelines, chatting with cultivators they once knew, inquiring about the situation in the Mountain and Sea Realm, or watching with envy.
