Inside the Main Hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as iron.
Dozens of figures were scattered throughout the vast space, each possessing an incomparably powerful aura. The weakest among them was a Low Earthly Supreme.
They came from dozens of surrounding continents: sect leaders, reclusive independent cultivators, descendants of ancient clans, and even Divine Beast experts from distant lands.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was fixed firmly upon the Immortal King statue at the center, which stood a thousand zhang tall.
The statue stood like a mountain, carved entirely from an unknown golden Divine Jade. Even after ten thousand years, it still shone brilliantly.
The Immortal King's face was resolute and imposing, his eyes gazing into the distance as though they pierced through the barriers of time and space to stare into the endless void.
He held a giant heaven-splitting axe and wore battle armor. Every fold in his robes and every strand of hair had been carved with lifelike detail, as if he could come alive at any moment and recreate the peerless splendor with which he had once dominated the Great Thousand World.
The statue alone radiated an indescribable pressure.
That pressure was not deliberately released, yet it enveloped the entire Main Hall as though tangible, filling everyone with involuntary reverence.
"So this is the Immortal King..." someone murmured, their voice filled with awe and fervor.
"Legend says that he once fought three Outworld Evil Race experts of the same rank alone and remained undefeated. In the end, he even killed two and severely wounded the third. Such a record shook the ages."
"His Undying Golden Body was said to rank among the top thirty Supreme Dharma Bodies in the Great Thousand World. Once cultivated to completion, its physical body would be so powerful that countless tribulations could