Suddenly, a peak Mahayana expert frowned and murmured.
Not to mention those Loose Immortals and Nine-Tribulation Loose Immortals—they already had one foot in the immortal realm. Now that the shackles had vanished, it was only natural for them to ride the momentum into immortality.
But even he, a peak Mahayana cultivator, felt the same way. That left a trace of unease in his heart.
This... Though he too longed to become immortal, that longing absolutely could not become an obsession. Otherwise, it would be no good omen, bringing a hundred harms and not a single benefit to his future cultivation.
"I understand now. During the Primordial Era, there was no such realm as Loose Immortal. Above Mahayana lay immortality."
"However, after this restriction appeared in the Primordial Era, no one could become immortal. In the end, some heaven-defying great power blazed a new trail and created the realm of Loose Immortals, opening a road for those who came after."
"And now that the restriction is gone, it means that Mahayana cultivators like us can become immortal as well."
At that moment, a well-endowed man spoke up to explain. Upon hearing this, the surrounding Mahayana cultivators all turned their eyes toward him.
Then, extraordinarily crazed smiles appeared on their faces. They could become immortals too. They could become immortals too.
Ordinarily, matters such as becoming immortal were things only great powers at the Loose Immortal level had the right to contemplate. Who would have thought that now, even they could become immortals?
The feeling was no different from a classmate working his fingers to the bone and eventually earning a fortune worth tens of millions, while you had done nothing but lie flat every day.
Then, with a casual scratch of a lottery ticket—two hundred million.
How could that not make