Very quickly, they all discovered that Ji Kong's Dao wounds were incomparably severe, having even left terrifying, irreversible scars upon his foundation.
"Damn it. Unless someone has traveled farther on the Great Dao than the Glacial Immortal Emperor, with a Dao rank at least equal to his, these Dao wounds cannot be healed at all."
"Ji Kong, what exactly happened?"
"Glacial Immortal Emperor, does he intend to become an enemy of our Spirit Mountain?"
Voices rang throughout Spirit Mountain, and every expert was filled with fury.
At last, the speed at which Ji Kong's cultivation was falling slowed, but it was still declining, utterly beyond his control.
He had already fallen to the late Golden Immortal Realm. Before long, he would likely drop to the middle Golden Immortal Realm.
An Immortal King—cultivation earned through countless years of bitter hardship—had been so easily destroyed in a single day. No one even knew when his fall would finally end.
Ji Kong's eyes were vacant. Amid the repeated questioning, he slowly spoke. "He is no longer an Immortal Emperor. He has taken that half-step. He is... a Half-Step Supreme."
The instant those words were spoken, Spirit Mountain fell into abrupt, deathly silence.
No one knew how much time passed before a voice finally sounded.
"Half-Step... Supreme!"
"Alas..."
Someone sighed, and helplessness spread through all of Spirit Mountain.
Everything now made sense. A Half-Step Supreme had already surpassed the level of immortals and initially possessed the might to reshape heaven and earth.
Ji Kong, an Immortal King, had provoked a Half-Step Supreme. Had his true body not remained in Spirit Mountain, he would likely have already returned to dust.
The experts of Spirit Mountain felt exceptionally conflicted, but they ultimately sorted out the entire chain of events.
Yet after understanding everything, Spirit Mountain once