Golden Immortal Figure

In a daze, despite having held no hope, he actually glimpsed a fleeting figure within that enormous purple sun. The Golden Immortal seemed to sense something and opened his half-closed eyes, casting Lu Ren a glance.

At once, Lu Ren felt as if struck by lightning. The blood throughout his body seemed to stop in that instant, his bodily functions seeming to freeze along with time as his entire being fell into eternal stillness.

That gaze, those eyes, seemed like the might of heaven. A universe lay within them, forming a realm of their own, yet hidden amid the Chaotic Mist, with chaotic radiance swirling around them.

Heavy, ancient, primordial—an utterly terrifying power that seemed capable of halting all things swept over Lu Ren with that pair of eyes.

After a long, long while, as the purple qi gradually passed over and departed, Lu Ren's rigid, ice-cold body slowly warmed again. As time crept onward, voices gradually rose from the deathly silent Hanging Mountain, restoring its former clamor.

Lu Ren turned his head to watch the receding purple qi. Faintly, he could see Chaotic Mist endlessly flowing around that vast purple sun as it rapidly vanished into the distance.

"Someone has attained the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit at the end of the road and entered the Golden Immortal Realm. The past no longer exists, the future does not appear, and all things are unique in the present."

Huang Gong still could not calm himself as he watched the boundless purple qi disappear beyond the horizon.

After a long while, he finally sighed. "A Golden Immortal... someone has become a Golden Immortal!"

"This road, this road is right! This road is right!"

Someone on Hanging Mountain wailed and roared, as though after countless years of holding fast in this realm, they