"Aerial Mastery Realm?"
Ning Fan naturally wouldn't guess further. What Barson meant was quite clear—his cultivation had decreased.
Barson spoke quietly, "Just one step away from the peak of the Heavenly Gang Realm and becoming a legend."
"That legend is probably referring to the Primordial Spirit Realm, right?"
Ning Fan looked at Barson in surprise. He hadn't expected that this unremarkable and shabby Barson actually had such high cultivation.
Soon, Ning Fan realized and exclaimed, "You're saying this ghostly thing caused a backlash, dropping you from the Heavenly Gang Realm to True Yuan?"
No wonder Barson said death was too cheap for him.
Falling two major realms at once, from the peak to the mud, can feel worse than death.
Barson didn't care about this but nervously said, "Don't call the Holy Infant that; he'll be upset."
As soon as he finished speaking, the previously motionless jar began to shake, as if throwing a tantrum.
"This is too eerie."
