Inside the Main Hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.
Dozens of figures were scattered throughout the vast space. Every aura was exceptionally powerful; even the weakest were Lower-level Earthly Supremes.
They came from dozens of surrounding continents—sect leaders, reclusive independent cultivators, heirs of ancient aristocratic families, and even powerful divine beasts from distant lands.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed firmly upon the thousand-foot-tall statue of the Immortal King at the center.
The statue stood like a mountain, carved entirely from an unknown kind of golden divine jade. Even after tens of thousands of years, it still shone brilliantly.
The Immortal King's face was resolute and imposing, his eyes gazing into the distance as though they had pierced through the barriers of time and space to stare into the endless void.
He held a massive heaven-cleaving axe and wore battle armor. Every fold of his robes and every strand of hair had been carved with lifelike detail, as if he might come alive at any moment and display once more the peerless grandeur with which he had once roamed the Great Thousand World.
The statue alone radiated an indescribable pressure.
That pressure was not deliberately imposed, yet it blanketed the entire Main Hall as though it were tangible, filling everyone with involuntary reverence.
"This is the Immortal King..." someone muttered, their voice filled with awe and fervor.
"Legend says that he once faced the siege of three Outer Realm Evil Race experts of the same rank alone and remained undefeated. In the end, he killed two and severely wounded the third. Such a record shook all ages."
"His Undying Golden Body was said to rank among the top thirty Supreme Dharma Bodies in the Great Thousand World. Once cultivated to perfection, the strength of his physical body