Immortals?
The word echoed through the spacious, brightly lit Ascension Hall, sounding especially clear.
Above the Cloud Platform, the Sect Masters of several Immortal Sects wore different expressions.
How to put it? Although they knew he hadn't meant it as mockery, it still sounded rather strange to their ears.
Especially when they thought of the three true immortals watching from above: the Founder Ancestor of the Spirit Sound Workshop, the Founder Ancestor Yuanjun, and the Sword Ancestor...
In the end, Cheng Junming, Sect Master of the Supreme Dao Sect, broke the strange silence.
"We cannot yet be called immortals."
Huh?
Li Ming froze.
Even they couldn't be called immortals?
The Sect Masters didn't let him continue asking. Instead, Li Wanwan, seated at the highest spot in the middle, spoke lightly.
"Young friend, first enter the Immortal Cleansing Pool."
The Immortal Cleansing Pool?
Before his eyes, a wisp of white qi, no bigger than a thumb, floated upward, rising a foot into the air.
Whoosh~
Like clouds roiling across the sky, the thumb-sized wisp of white qi suddenly swelled and spread.
Li Ming hurriedly backed away a few steps.
In the blink of an eye, the thumb-sized wisp of white qi had spread across the entire platform. Within it appeared a pool of clear water, its surface shimmering as rosy light surged above it and clouds rolled around its edges.
It was magnificent and strange.
Every drop of water seemed to weave together a mysterious, boundless aura, profound and weighty, filling him with instinctive longing.
Suppressing the strange sensations within him, Li Ming respectfully asked, "May I ask the seniors what this Immortal Cleansing Pool is...?"
They weren't immortals, so calling them seniors couldn't be wrong.
"Though you ascended here, the Great Profound Realm itself has yet to acknowledge you. You