Seeing the anxiety written all over Ying Wu's face, Song Wen shook his head helplessly.
"Ying Wu, I have already refined over a hundred wisps of immortal spiritual qi. The spiritual power within my body differs from that of ordinary cultivators. No matter how I suppress my cultivation aura, I cannot interrupt the ascension."
"This..."
Ying Wu opened her mouth, her entire body exuding an indescribable bitterness.
No matter how strong she was, no matter how many ninth-rank spirit beasts she had at her side, before the will of the Heavenly Dao, she was still as insignificant as dust, utterly helpless.
"Extreme Yin, are you about to ascend?" The Crimson-Scaled King hurried over with Qing Lian.
Bai Wei and the others soon arrived as well, looking at Song Wen with shock and reluctance.
"Everyone, it is time to bid farewell," Song Wen sighed.
He could clearly feel the pull from the ascension passage growing stronger and stronger. He did not have much time left.
His gaze swept one by one over Ying Wu, Zhou Siyi, Bai Wei, Lan Chen, Ye Bing, Xuan Li, Qing Lian, and the others.
"Extreme Yin, there is no need for regret. Ascending to immortality has always been your long-cherished wish... and mine as well. It is only that I will likely never have the chance to go personally to the Immortal Realm and behold its splendor and mysteries. You must see more in my stead—look upon the clouds above the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Realm, the strange beasts at the bottom of the boundless deep sea; taste the mellow fragrance of immortal wine and jade dew, and breathe in the scent of immortal herbs and flowers," Lan Chen said.
Lan Chen's tone was sonorous and resolute, without the slightest reluctance—only yearning for the Immortal