"Great Immortal Green Ox is going to lead the entire sect into the Immortal Realm!"
Over the span of eighteen years, whenever and wherever these words were mentioned, they were an earth-shaking declaration.
The Green Ox Disciples erupted in fervor. The once-unrivaled Supernatural Disturbance was suppressed, and the supernatural forces were uprooted completely.
Immortal Green Ox had forged an unprecedented great undertaking, reaching the height of glory.
Afterward, Immortal Green Ox would knock upon the gates of the Immortal Realm. Since there was no path to becoming an immortal and achieving Spirit Transformation, they would fight their way in.
What a blood-boiling feat.
In the cultivation world, from white-haired old men to ignorant youths, everyone rubbed their hands together in anticipation.
Those on the verge of death sold even their coffin boards, sparing no expense to obtain medicines that fortified the foundation and replenished vitality, determined to endure these eighteen years.
Those still vigorous in old age practiced health-preserving arts with soaring enthusiasm, feeling that they still had one more fight left in them.
Those in their prime rubbed their hands together and strove to raise their cultivation.
Whether long or short, eighteen years had passed.
Mount Yin was bristling with weapons, its banners stretching like a sea. The sect's elite had gathered here, their killing intent piercing the heavens.
The terrifying miasma that had once shrouded the place had long been suppressed by the array formations, revealing an incomparably grand temple.
On this day, the Seven Stars Alignment occurred, and the setting sun was blood-red.
High in the heavens, seven brilliant stars slowly converged. In an instant, they shone as brightly as blazing suns.
At once, ghosts wailed and wolves howled, while the earth shook and mountains swayed.
This was not an earth ox turning over the mountains. The