Ascension of the Entire Cult

One hundred days.

For the thriving Human Clan, they passed far too quickly. Before anyone could look back, humanity had entered a new era.

After spiritual energy returned, a massive surge soon followed.

Countless gifted people reached the level of Peak Expert overnight and began refining qi. But without equal cultivation of essence, qi, and spirit, they had to study different techniques and forge paths of their own.

And so it began.

Though all those paths ultimately led to the same destination.

They had forgotten that the triangle was the most stable structure, and that the Three-Body Stance was the origin of all things.

Qi cultivation, Body Tempering, and soul cultivation.

The three paths advanced side by side, producing one formidable human expert after another.

One hundred days later.

The Great Sun Palace.

Ye Zhuo woke from sleep and rubbed his bleary eyes. The whole world seemed a little clearer.

How nice. Was this what happened when recovery outpaced depletion?

He looked back. Every Demon Cult disciple had reached the Return to Simplicity Realm, but cultivation had exhausted them, and they were resting.

At noon, it would be time to ascend.

Ye Zhuo stood in the sea breeze. From where he was, all of Blue Star looked like a tiny pearl resting in his palm.

Old friends were breaking through as well, hoping to reach the Primordial Spirit realm, or even higher, and ascend alongside him.

For thousands of years.

There had been more than one legend of human cultivators ascending.

And people had long dreamed of one person's enlightenment carrying even their chickens and dogs to heaven.

Ye Zhuo was curious too.

The Ōtsutsuki God had once risen to a higher dimension.

Now he was in a world where anyone with sufficient cultivation could eventually ascend. His anticipation