"A True Immortal?"
"What arrogance!"
"Such reckless boasting! He dares to declare someone a True Immortal with a single word? Who does he think he is?"
Before the echoes of that whisper had faded, it swept through the myriad worlds like thunder piercing the nine heavens and ten lands, stirring up towering waves.
Deep in the starry sky, the wills of True Gods stirred like ancient beasts awakened from slumber. One after another, they broke free of their respective realms and swept across countless star systems toward the source of the phenomenon.
Some of those wills were steady as mountains, others sharp as frosted blades, and still others chaotic as the primordial ocean before creation. They intertwined and collided across the vast starry sky, stirring the void barriers at the edges of countless realms and setting off waves of silent yet violent tremors.
Only the most ancient deities knew that the status of a True Immortal was equivalent to that of a True God.
In the distant Mythic Era, a Golden Immortal's bestowal of a Dao register had been an exceptionally solemn ceremony. A Golden Immortal who had attained the Great Dao personally took up the brush and inscribed the recipient's true name into the foundations of heaven and earth. From then on, the recipient escaped the constraints of mortal lifespan and endured alongside heaven and earth.
Yet untold ages had passed since the Mythic Era ended. No Golden Immortals remained in the Lost Mythic Age.
Even when a fortunate few managed to reach the realm of True Immortals, they received their Dao registers from Golden Immortals of bygone eras within the special spacetime of a Mythic Echo, not from a living Golden Immortal personally appearing in the present.
After all, a brief manifestation within Mythic History was fundamentally different