On the raised platform, Ao Chun took a deep breath, and the smile faded from his face.
His voice deepened slightly, yet carried clearly into the ears of every Mahayana cultivator in the Auction House.
"There are two pieces of information about the Immortal Realm that we are offering free of charge."
"First, ascending to the Immortal Realm does not mean the carefree eternal life you imagine. The Immortal Realm is a cage you can enter but never leave. Ascension is also a means by which the Immortal Realm harvests the spiritual essence of the lower realms."
"Second, once you ascend, your cultivation will be permanently locked at the True Immortal Realm. Without the fortune and resources bestowed by the Immortal Court of the Immortal Realm, you will never advance another half step, even after enduring hundreds of thousands or millions of years."
A deathly silence fell over the vast Auction House at those words.
The auras of over a thousand Mahayana Stage patriarchs, each powerful enough to dominate an entire region, had been steady as mountains. Now they fluctuated violently.
"Utter nonsense!"
A Mahayana cultivator of another race, wreathed in lightning, sprang to his feet, his voice nearly cracking with agitation.
"The Immortal Realm is a place of supreme transcendence! What gives your Dragon Race the right to spread such outrageous blasphemy here?"
"Exactly! If the Immortal Realm really is a cage as you claim, what does that make our tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation? A joke?"
For a moment, the entire gathering seethed with indignation.
The whole point of cultivating toward immortality was to ascend in broad daylight.
Now someone had suddenly jumped out and announced that the destination they had pursued all their lives was actually a trap. Who could bear that? They