Ten Thousand Demons Hall Displays Its Might Again

"You... madman!"

Once Pure World Venerable realized what Shen Yi was doing, it felt as though his entire brain had been struck by a heavy hammer. He staggered back in a daze.

Swear an immortal oath, make a grand vow!

This was the only path upward for Primordial Daluo Golden Immortals and Great Freedom Bodhisattvas. Yet after all these years, very few had dared to set foot upon it.

It was not because taking this path was particularly difficult. Rather, after Golden Immortals had endured the long river of time and finally reached their present heights, it was difficult for them to summon the courage to stake everything on a single throw.

Making an immortal oath could indeed draw the attention of the Heavenly Dao, granting power far beyond that of ordinary Golden Immortals, second only to Imperial Lords and True Buddhas.

But the price was personally shattering the undying and indestructible existence one had struggled so hard to attain.

Before gaining immortality, which second-rank cultivator had not possessed courage that soared into the heavens in their youth? Who had not feared powerful foes, climbing upward only by treading the long steps piled from countless bones?

Yet once they truly possessed it, how could they so easily cast it aside again?

Thus, every second-rank powerhouse waited for an opportunity. They would act only when they were sufficiently certain that their grand vow could be fulfilled.

To put it bluntly, even if he returned to the Bodhi Sect today, exposed this fiend's true identity, and the two sects joined forces to successfully locate the other party's position within the Heavenly Dao—what then? At most, they could suppress him. Even if the Buddha himself acted, he could not strip a second-rank cultivator of the divine ability to reshape a physical shell. It