In Fanzhou,
A young deer wading through a shallow creek suddenly saw a rainbow light and raised its head...
An old ox grazing on spring grass heard a commotion and pricked up its ears...
An old man in a straw cloak in the paddy fields,
A woodcutter carrying firewood in the mountains,
A young girl enjoying the spring scenery on the banks of Willow Lake,
A scholar traveling on a small path to the capital for his exams,
A soldier in the winds and sands beyond the border, a monarch in a high tower, and even a child at the village entrance...
From every corner of the world,
From the old to the young, from insects to beasts,
They either raised their heads or stood up, looking toward the firmament.
Comets dragging massive four-colored tails of light streaked across the mortal realm like startling swans, captivating all living beings...
A young child pointed at the sky. "Grandpa, is there a person in there?"
The old man laughed, squinting his eyes. "How could there be people inside a meteor? You’re just talking nonsense..."
Four auroras surged from four directions, dragging curtains of black, blue, green, and red light toward the northern sky.
Wherever they passed, they were like a deity’s finger pointing the way, slicing open the sky.
Their speed was incredible!
Inside and outside the Wendao Sword Sect, people saw the four-colored auroras rising from the four poles of the sky. Looking up, they witnessed long rainbows crossing the borders and comets moving in reverse.
In the blink of an eye, they drew close.
Looking closely,
There were actually four figures hidden within.
Unfortunately,
The light was too fast and they flew too high. They flashed by in an instant, and in the end, they could not be seen clearly.
However,
The dense thicket of iron chains dragged behind those four hazy figures was seen clearly by all. Due to the heat generated by their speed, the iron chains glowed red like branding irons.
"What is that?"
"This is..."
"What a powerful aura..."
"Are there more experts?"
The four auroras had a clear objective, heading straight for the grey mist of the Sky Gate without the slightest hesitation or a moment’s pause.
Striving to cross the mortal realm, they were the first to enter the gate.
With a series of whooshes, they vanished inside.
Only four trails of light remained in the four corners of the sky, lingering for a long time. A dark, mocking laugh also echoed through the mortal realm.
"Xu Xian,"
"This deity shall go first."
"I will wait for you in the Upper Realm. We shall not rest until one of us is dead."
"Hahaha!"
The whole world was horrified as the laughter echoed through the clouds.
There was no doubt about it.
Four auroras, four experts. They had named him specifically; it seemed they had a grudge against Xu Xian?
But,
When had such figures ever been hidden in the mortal realm?
What were their names?
Who were their masters?
Only the saints and demon immortals on the Ascension Platform harbored their own dark thoughts.
"It’s them..."
"The First Ancestors..."
"The Phantom Venerable..."
On the grey stairs beneath the Sky Gate, Xu Xian remained indifferent, his expression unchanged.
The sword in his hand was restless and agitated. He lowered his gaze and reminded them:
"Everyone,"
"What are you still waiting for?"
"The immortal path is fleeting."
"The time to tread upon the Heavens is now."
As the youth spoke, those who had gone before had already scouted the path. On the high platform, the saints snapped back to their senses and stopped hesitating. In any case, they had to ascend this sky regardless.
Rather than being indecisive,
It was better to ride the waves and sing,
Lest they lose their opportunity.
Ao Tian’s dragon eyes flashed as he swept his sleeve. "Let’s go!"
He transformed into a massive azure dragon and soared toward the light.
As the azure dragon emerged, its roar shook the heavens.
"Roar!"
Not to be outdone, the other demon immortals all transformed into their true forms and headed straight for the firmament.
They were different from the others; they had been waiting for this day for a very long time.
Seeing the demon immortals move, the various great demons no longer hesitated and rose one after another to ascend.
The old Daoist Ancestor stomped the ground and laughed heartily. "Everyone, this old Daoist will take his leave first."
Bathed in golden light, he soared straight to the High Heavens.
The Book Saint and the Buddha exchanged a look, understanding each other instantly.
"We shall go as well."
"Rise..."
Bai Ze shook his head, placed his hands behind his back, and soared upward.
"Ascend."
"What are you waiting for? Go..."
"Immortal world, here I come..."
"Whether it is a blessing or a curse, fortune or disaster, this deity will find out soon enough."
The demon immortals moved.
The ancestors of the Three Sects moved.
The great spirit masters moved.
Saints,
Tribulation transcendents,
Demon gods,
Hundreds of powerful experts tread upon the path and entered the Sky Gate at this moment...
In the blink of an eye,
The Ascension Platform became completely empty. Beneath the high-hanging Sky Gate, on the grey stairs, the world witnessed hundreds of experts striving to cross into the Heavens.
Giant beasts in their true forms,
Saints reflected across the heavens,
Spirits,
Demon gods,
It was a dazzling and magnificent sight!
They climbed the stairs, they tread upon the Heavens, they ignored the light curtain, and they vanished into it.
Looking back, the mortal realm was gone; raising their eyes, they awaited the Heavens...
Finally,
Only one person and one sword, one gate and one set of stairs remained on the high platform and in the firmament.
Under the gaze of ten thousand people, he held his long sword and wore his white robes as he climbed the stairs.
One step, a hundred stairs...
Another step, a thousand stairs...
Yet another step, ten thousand stairs...
In just a few steps, he already stood before the majestic Sky Gate, at the very peak of the vast firmament.
The common people saw him pause; all living beings saw him turn his head...
Xu Xian glanced back at the mortal realm, a hint of sorrow flickering in the depths of his eyes.
He sighed softly in the silence and bid farewell where no one could hear.
"Farewell,"
"Mortal realm!"
He turned back again and stepped into the Heavens!
He did not even leave his final silhouette for the mortal realm.
He was gone,
Just as he had come,
With nothing but himself.
Within the Wendao Sword Sect,
The disciples' swords seemed to have received a summons. One by one, they surged out of their seas of consciousness and storage spaces, slipping from their hands and returning together to the Sword Mound...
Another scene of a hundred thousand long swords crossing the mountains together played out in the Wendao Sword Sect.
Spirit swords,
Earth swords,
Heaven swords,
Even immortal swords were mixed among them...
The hum of swords echoed!
The whistle of swords rang out!
The high-level disciples of the sect remained unmoved, but the ordinary disciples who were unaware of the internal situation were completely bewildered.
The Martial Grand-Uncle just entered the Sky Gate,
And now the swords are running away too?
"What’s happening?"
"What the hell?"
"My sword... come back..."
"Don't go!"
As the hundred thousand spirit swords returned to the Sword Mound, the light curtain on the Sword Gate of Zhujian Peak faded, then cracked, and finally collapsed. Falling rocks tumbled all over the high platform.
But the old man guarding the opposite peak did not toll the bell.
He only clutched his chest with a look of reluctance, saying painfully, "My swords..."
The tide of cloud boats in the distance was in an uproar, and the disciples within the sect were shouting. The immortal was gone and would not return, yet the Sky Gate still stood tall.
Beneath the mountain gate,
In the subterranean world,
The Sky Gate shrouded in darkness suddenly shattered with a boom.
The energy released by the shattering of the Sky Gate first swept outward, and then a void vortex appeared at the center of the collapse. In an instant, all the released energy was sucked back in.
Even the black mist within the formation was swallowed back along with it.
The grey mist emitted a shrill, mournful wail.
The vortex shrank from large to small, turned into a single point, and finally vanished.
The entire subterranean world was empty.
Amidst their shock,
The five of them retracted their formation together.
Jiang Wanyin said with a heavy expression, "This place is about to collapse. Let’s go..."
The five of them did not hesitate. They transformed into five beams of light, broke through the layers of the earth, and emerged from the Ancestral Peak.
The Sky Gate had shattered,
The underground was collapsing,
The entire Wendao Sword Sect shook as the earth trembled.
A boom also echoed from the firmament.
Rumble!
The mirage of the Sky Gate scattered into countless fragments and returned to nothingness. A wave of energy swept out in all directions.
Ripples spread across the entire sky of the mortal realm.
Mournful gales poured back into the mortal realm,
Blowing across the wilderness and over the mountain mists.
The cloud boats lost control and collided with each other. Their sails flapped and snapped loudly.
Those caught in the gale were unable to open their eyes.
Once the fierce wind had passed,
And the sunlight spilled down once more,
Humans, demons, devils, and spirits looked up again.
Heaven and earth were empty,
Save for the high platform.
The spring breeze blew gently, carrying a few fallen flower petals.
The mortal realm was still that same mortal realm, but there were no longer any immortals within it.
People were dazed and bewildered. As they came back to their senses, their hearts remained restless for a long time...
It was over.
They were all gone.
In the silence, a long chant was heard.
"Zhou Ping, Sect Master of the Luoyun Sect, congratulates the Ancestor on his ascension!"
Then, one voice after another rang out in the quiet world.
"Congratulations to the Daoist Ancestor on his ascension!"
"Congratulations to the White Emperor on his ascension!"
"Congratulations to the Sect Master on his ascension!"
"Congratulations to the demon immortal on his ascension!"
"Congratulations to the Sovereign on his ascension!"
Even within the Wendao Sword Sect, voices called out one after another.
"Niu Batian, disciple of the Wendao Sword Sect, congratulates the Eleventh Ancestor on his attainment of the Dao and his ascension..."
The whole world offered their congratulations. The immortal path had reopened, and mortals had ascended in broad daylight.
Each voice was louder than the last!!
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