It was not just him. The deathly aura around the Corpse Emperor and the Prison-Suppressing Emperor churned violently as well. Clearly, their spirits had suffered a devastating blow.
If the Supreme Beings in the Immortal Mausoleum and the Sea of Reincarnation learned this truth, who knew how many would have their Dao hearts collapse on the spot?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Longevity Heavenly Venerable abruptly raised his head. The Daoist crown atop it exploded, and he stared straight at Wang Xuan like a vengeful ghost, his hair disheveled. "If one must become an immortal first, then how do you explain the Path to Immortality?! Was it not a trial set by the Immortal Domain, allowing anyone who passed it to ascend?"
"Who told you the Path to Immortality was established by the Immortal Domain?" Wang Xuan looked at him as though he were a pitiful, ignorant child.
The greatness of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor needed no explanation.
But the era in which he had lived was far too distant. Even the things he had passed down had been buried beneath the ages.
Establishing the Path to Immortality had indeed given all living beings a sliver of hope, but what he wanted was not a band of Ancient Emperors and Heavenly Venerables seeking eternal life.
He wanted powerhouses who had reached the realm of Red Dust Immortals through the Body as Seed path—true prospects capable of supporting him. Otherwise, why would he have passed down only the five great secret realms? It was a means of selection, meant to see whether later generations could forge different paths.
What could these weaklings, who could not even escape the limits of their lifespans, accomplish by entering the Immortal Domain, other than wasting away the years?
Without forging their own path and creating a sixth