"Rainbow bridge to guide him, the Heavenly Gate thrown open, auspicious hues and purple clouds, with a host of immortals offering congratulations..."
Below, the many Daoists watching this scene could not help widening their eyes one by one.
They noticed that the immortals and gods who had come to receive him were not all heavenly soldiers and generals. The two at the head of the procession appeared to be two of the Eight Heavenly Kings who guarded the Heavenly Gate, beings whose Golden Immortal cultivation had reached perfection.
"We are witnessing history and myth with our own eyes..."
No one knew which Daoist had let out that faint sigh, but it drew heartfelt resonance from many cultivators present.
Yet everyone present had survived Taibai Emperor Lord's purge and was no ordinary figure. Their expressions merely shifted.
In the distance, Dao Ningzi and True Yang Sword Immortal Zhao Zhenwu watched the scene, and ripples could not help stirring in the depths of their Dao hearts.
This was the treatment accorded a Primordial Unity Emperor Lord.
Such merit, such peerless Dao achievement—so captivating that one would not regret dying a hundred deaths for it.
The next moment, beneath the gazes of the Daoists, Yang Huai slowly rose from the nine-zhang heavenly altar. Multicolored clouds formed beneath his feet, and his figure soared into the air. Within a few steps amid the distant heavenly music, he arrived before the many immortals and gods. He calmly stepped into the Heavenly Gate, and in an instant, the gate, the rainbow bridge, and the many heavenly soldiers and divine generals vanished from sight.
As they watched Taibai Emperor Lord disappear, the atmosphere in the field grew three parts more fervent.
Dao Ningzi could see that, over his junior nephew's ascension, all the loose immortals present, as