Ascension Platform

Strangely, not only was there no Seven-Colored Mist in the basin, but there was also none in the sky above the basin; the clear sky was like blue velvet.

"That's not right!" Yue Qianchou pondered, rubbing his chin. It was said that the Misty Forest was shrouded in Seven-Colored Mist all year round. If there was such a large gap in the sky, it was impossible for cultivators flying over it not to see it.

"Huh!" Yue Qianchou's gaze fell on the altar, where something seemed to be hanging.

To hell with it! Danger is no object, let's go check it out! Yue Qianchou slowly flew down on his sword, keeping a close watch on his surroundings, and landed smoothly on the golden altar.

After putting away the flying sword and the black fire, he turned around and looked around. It was still so quiet. Standing in the center of the altar, looking at the towering black mountains all around, solemn, majestic, and grand, he felt so small.

A sky as blue as velvet, towering black mountains, and a golden ground. These three pure colors create a striking contrast, and looking up at the sky in this setting evokes a longing for the blue sky, as if the heavens were one's true home.

"Who's got nothing better to do than mess with this?" Yue Qianchou muttered, looking around the entire altar.

The altar, several tens of meters high, was built up in a stepped, four-tiered structure, with the top tier likely covering over a hundred square meters. Four golden pillars, each about two meters tall and covered in runes, stood at the four corners. Each pillar, facing the center of the altar, bore three ancient characters.

Yue Qianchou leaned closer and vaguely guessed what it was called, though he wasn't sure if he was right. It seemed to be called "Ascension Platform".

"Ascension Platform? Could it be a place to become an immortal?" Yue Qianchou rolled his eyes and pondered, pinching his chin with one hand while touching and pinching the golden pillar with the other. Then he clicked his tongue and said, "Good heavens! Such a large area is actually made of gold. Damn, they're too rich! Uh... damn it! You're kidding me! A place to become an immortal is made of gold? Are immortals so vulgar? It seems to be a sacrificial site of some ancient ethnic group."

He held the large piece of gold and touched it repeatedly, then shook his head regretfully, realizing that it was no longer of much use to him.

A curved golden pole stood atop the golden pillar, from which hung a string of golden chains. At the end of the chains hung an arm-length golden horn, engraved with runes, right above his head.

"What is this thing? Touching it, it's fine... uh, it's even springy." Yue Qianchou reached out and grabbed the horn, pulling it down a bit, and found that the bent golden rod was quite elastic. It bent down when pulled and bounced back when released.

Looking around, the only thing that seemed to move was this golden pole with the horn hanging from it; everything else was hard and unyielding.

Strange! Where did the sound I first heard come from? Could it have come from somewhere else instead of here? Just as Yue Qianchou wondering to himself, the horn above his head suddenly emitted three long and deafening "woo... woo... woo..." sounds.

Yue Qianchou grimaced and covered his ears, quickly dodging to the side. "Whoosh, whoosh..." A multitude of black flying swords instantly appeared. His face twitched, but his gaze remained fixed on the swaying golden horn with suspicion...

After staring at it for a while, I noticed the golden horn, which had been swaying slowly, finally came to a stop. A powerful aura was quietly spreading through the air...

This thing actually makes a sound on its own. Could it be a Law Treasure? Or did touching it trigger some kind of restriction? No, the sound I heard outside was this one. No one should have touched it back then... Thinking of this, Yue Qianchou subconsciously looked around again. Apart from himself, there was indeed no one, no ghosts, no gods, and no small animals.

"I refuse to believe in evil!" Yue Qianchou slowly moved forward again, a thousand flying swords poised to strike behind him, and finally snatched the horn back into his hand. He examined it from all angles but couldn't figure it out. Then, a black light flashed behind him, and with a soft hiss, the golden horn was in his arms.

He held it up, squinted one eye, and peered into the mouthpiece of the horn. He could see right through it; there was nothing special about it, not even as good as a telescope. Its only special feature was that it was made of pure gold, which would take a very long time to acquire in the secular world.

No bacteria! Yue Qianchou glanced at it, then pulled up his shirt to cover the mouthpiece and wiped it clean. He then got into position, put it in his mouth, and blew hard, but not a single fart came out.

This guy's personality has always been rebellious. He heard a sound, so why shouldn't I blow it? He circulated his True Essence and blew hard into the nozzle...

"Whoosh..." Sure enough, the whistle blew, and the huge sound echoed throughout the basin for a long time before stopping.

Yue Qianchou, clutching the horn, grew serious. This thing was clearly not for mortals; with their strength, mortals simply couldn't possibly blow it. It was for cultivators...

Looking around, it became clear that the entire basin appeared to have been excavated, likely carved out of the middle of a high mountain, and then covered with tens of thousands of square meters of gold. This was clearly beyond the capabilities of simple manpower and financial resources; could it have been built by ancient cultivators?

There's also the Seven-Colored Mist that shrouds this place; its toxicity is so great that mortals simply cannot enter.

First Company of questions remain unanswered, and it's likely that no one can provide the answers.

Suddenly, a faint rumble of thunder echoed through the previously clear sky...

Yue Qianchou looked up sharply and saw dark clouds gradually churning in the velvet-blue sky. First, a cloud the size of a fist began to swirl, but it grew larger and larger, slowly enveloping the entire sky above, plunging the basin into darkness. The thunder grew louder and louder, making the whole area buzz.

"Boom... Bang!" A bolt of lightning flashed in the dark clouds, followed by a series of winding, menacing bolts of lightning that crackled and popped, illuminating the entire basin in an intermittent light, accompanied by a fierce wind...

Such a commotion occurred within the basin, yet outside the Misty Forest, cultivators from various nations noticed no movement in the sky and were discussing how to deal with Yue Qianchou's breakout that night. Although they didn't know if Yue Qianchou was telling the truth, they preferred to believe it was true—better safe than sorry!

Little did he know, inside, Yue Qianchou was looking around in utter shock, like a small boat in a raging storm—a truly terrifying sight! He had no idea what was going on. In short, he was prepared to flee at any moment.

Surprisingly, the gale gradually subsided, and a blue edge reappeared around the area, with normal light returning to the basin. The blue velvet cloud compressed the stormy clouds, turning them into a black hole, within which lightning flashed like hundreds of snakes...

Yue Qianchou's ears were constantly ringing with thunder. He looked up at the sky, mouth agape, seemingly dumbfounded. He had no idea what was going on in the sky, all thunder and no rain.

Just then, the dark, lightning-streaked hole began to rotate, as if it were about to spew something out... and as it rotated, the Seven-Colored Mist surrounding the basin began to be drawn in, gradually obscuring the entire sky. The gathering mist began to be sucked into the black hole...

Suddenly, a dazzling white light flashed within the black hole, and a figure flickered within it. Before Yue Qianchou could react, he was startled to find himself suddenly in front of someone, and the flying swords behind him instantly appeared in front of him.

A middle-aged man in a golden robe was staring coldly at him; the robe blended in quite well with the surroundings. He asked, "Did you sound the Ascension Horn?"

Yue Qianchou didn't reply, but instead shouted, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man was clearly taken aback. He looked at the golden horn he was holding, then at the severed golden chain, and said indifferently, "You actually dared to cut down the Ascension Horn."

"Shut the fuck up! Who are you? Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!" Yue Qianchou roared. He was actually a little nervous. The Golden Robe Figure's entrance was too impressive. He had never seen such a cool entrance before, which actually attracted dark clouds and thunder.

"You don't even know who I am?" The Golden Robe Figure sized him up for a moment, then said in astonishment, "I can't even see through your cultivation level." The cold expression on his face gradually softened, and he cupped his hands in a slight smile and replied, "I am the Reception Envoy of the Immortal Realm. I have come to receive you on your way to the Immortal Realm after hearing the call of the Ascension Horn."

"The Immortal Realm? Uh... what? What did you say? Say it again?" Yue Qianchou said, dumbfounded.

The Golden Robe Figure was somewhat bewildered by him, and replied with a smile, "I am the Reception Envoy of the celestial realm. I have come to receive you on your journey to the celestial realm upon hearing the call of the Ascension Horn."

"When" Yue Qianchou dropped the horn in his hand to the ground, pointed at him and stammered, "You mean, you are a god from the celestial realm?" He involuntarily looked up at the black hole in the sky that was still constantly flashing with lightning.

"For mortals, that's how you should address them," the Golden Robe Figure said politely with a smile. "A cultivator like you, who has reached such a level of cultivation without even ascending to the Immortal Realm, is a rare and exceptional person, one in a thousand years. After ascending to the Immortal Realm, you will surely be able to directly enter the rank of High Immortal. I am not worthy of being called an Immortal by you."

Although Yue Qianchou wasn't a great person, his mental fortitude was absolutely top-notch. Gradually relaxing, he looked around at his feet and said, "Holy crap, this place really is a place to ascend to immortality!"

The flying swords whizzed back into the Storage Bag. He now believed it; he believed this guy really was a deity. He had no choice but to believe it—the strange phenomena in the sky were extraordinary! Since the other party already considered him a master, he might as well play the master himself first, test the waters, and if it didn't work out, he'd better get out of there quickly.

"Of course, the Ascension Platform is naturally the place for ascending to immortality," the Golden Robe Figure said politely.

Although Yue Qianchou was still somewhat taken aback, seeing the other person's cowardly and bullying nature, he figured even a deity wouldn't be any different. So, he put his hands behind his back, circled the man a few times, and asked while sizing him up, "Do you often come here to guide people to immortality?"

"No." The Golden Robe Figure cupped his hands and said, "In the seventy-two realms of the mortal world, this realm has been without anyone ascending to the immortal realm for countless years. Your Excellency is the first in countless years, and at the same time, Your Excellency is also the one with the highest cultivation level who has ascended in all these years of the seventy-two realms."

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