Chen Ze looked at the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "Who told you we were ascending to the Immortal Realm? Going there now would be courting death, wouldn't it?"
The crowd looked at one another. Just moments ago, they had been fired up about waging war on the Spirit Realm—why were they suddenly not going after all?
"Domain Lord, if we don't ascend, then how are we supposed to conquer the Spirit Realm?" Lin Bingchun asked timidly.
Chen Ze shook his head lightly. "Conquering the Immortal Realm is our ultimate goal, but not now."
Before his words had faded, he raised a hand and waved it. An image of Immortal Emperor Ling Yu's golden palm, vast enough to blot out the sky and cover the earth, appeared in the void.
"Look carefully. This is the might of a true immortal."
"With our current strength, we cannot even withstand a single palm strike from him. How can we speak of conquest?"
In the image, the instant that golden palm descended, mountains and rivers stretching ten thousand miles were reduced to dust.
"This is the might of an Immortal Emperor..."
The faces of the Myriad Phenomena Domain's people turned deathly pale as they stared fixedly at the image.
Back then, they had fled quickly and had only felt the terrifying pressure of that palm.
Only now, witnessing its destructive scene with their own eyes, did they truly realize just how vast the gap between them was.
The fervor in their blood immediately cooled.
"But!" Chen Ze abruptly changed his tone, a brilliant gleam bursting from his eyes. "That does not mean we should give up!"
He waved his hand again, and the scene deep within the Five Elements Origin Land appeared in the center of