The End of the Path to Ascension

Although it lacked safe zones like Hanging Mountain, those novice villages, it would ultimately take four or five hundred thousand years before any changes occurred.

By muddling through, one could remain in place for an exceedingly long time. So long as one did not yearn to reach the end of the Path to Ascension and contend for the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, life would naturally be quite comfortable if resources were sufficient.

Otherwise, why would such a tiny place as Hanging Mountain gather four or five thousand Celestial Immortals?

Was it not all for stability?

Everyone cried out about ascending to Golden Immortalhood, but throughout the ages, there had been countless Celestial Immortals. Could there have been even a hundred Golden Immortals?

Lu Ren did not know, but a towering wave surged through his heart at that moment.

Before him stood an incomparably majestic and vast colossal city. Its heavy, grand walls were of unknown width and immeasurable length; even his Hyperdimensional Perception could not see their boundaries.

An ancient aura of constancy, indestructibility, and eternity permeated the air. Traces of countless years flowed across the deeply weathered city walls.

As time had accumulated, every brick in those walls had become interwoven with strange divine rhythms, with the principles of heaven and earth entwined upon them.

Vaguely, Lu Ren could clearly see figures occasionally passing over that magnificent city. Living beings clearly resided within it.

"This is..."

Lu Ren's heart shook. He truly had not expected such a grand, majestic city to stand at the end of the Path to Ascension.

As his gaze shifted elsewhere, his pupils suddenly contracted. He discovered countless winding Paths to Ascension like his own extending from every direction, connecting to the broad road that stretched out from the city gates.

Only then did a