The middle-aged man seemed to share the old man's thoughts; his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"This world can still be saved."
"Notify the leaders of the other transcendent factions at once. I want to discuss the great affairs of the Central Continent with them."
After saying this, the old man nodded, and the middle-aged man left the great hall in a few strides.
"Immortality... immortality... where did your method of becoming immortals come from?"
The old man's eyes brimmed with longing. He had been trapped at this realm for a very, very long time.
He could no longer break through. Once one reached his realm, there was no further breakthrough to be had—the road ahead had been severed.
His only hope had once been the Ascension Gate. Yet at this moment, Ye Lin had given him a surprise.
So becoming an immortal did not only require the Ascension Gate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the sky, bolts of lightning transformed into thunder dragons, their eyes fixed upon Ye Lin.
The thunder dragons churned through the clouds, their cold eyes looking down at Ye Lin as though they were the lofty, merciless, indifferent Heavenly Dao above the nine heavens.
And Ye Lin's calm expression utterly enraged the lightning tribulation.
This heaven and earth had not brought down an Immortal Ascension Tribulation for far, far too long. As a result, Ye Lin's Tribulation Transcendence would be an exceedingly lengthy process.
Those who charged at the forefront often bore the greatest pressure.
In an instant, lightning filled the skies and poured down, enveloping Ye Lin. Seeing this, Ye Lin simply sat cross-legged in the void, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.
He allowed the lightning to hammer and temper his body without end.
A faint golden radiance emerged over Ye Lin's body. The