After the Heavenly Immortal Tree completed its transformation, Jiang Yun set out once more.
He was drawing ever closer to the Immortal Alliance. In the Immortal Domain, True Immortals and Quasi-Immortal Kings were no longer so hard to find.
Across the vast Immortal Domain, powerful auras flickered in and out of perception, as though countless sleeping dragons were about to wake.
A True Immortal saw the figure in the Chaos, upright and resolute, like a bolt of lightning cleaving through the void, filled with strength and determination.
His steps were steady and firm. Each footfall seemed to make space tremble faintly.
Immortal Radiance swirled around him, and the resonance of the Dao filled the air, making him look like a Divine Spirit descended into the world.
Some could tell that beneath his calm exterior, immense power was gathering, awaiting the moment it would erupt.
As Jiang Yun traveled onward, word gradually spread over those three hundred years that the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King had awakened and styled himself the Dao Origin Lord.
Like a boulder cast into a still lake, the news sent ripples spreading outward. It raised no towering waves, but it caught the attention of certain interested parties.
Many well-informed people in the Immortal Realm had already heard something of it.
The news swept through the Immortal Domain like an invisible wind, drawing countless eyes and stirring endless speculation.
Some Immortal Kings of the Immortal Alliance had long since learned of it. Those who had heard remained indifferent, showing no particular reaction.
Some came from the Emperor Fall Era, carrying ancient, mysterious auras that seemed tempered by endless ages.
Others had been sealed in prisons for untold years. Their eyes held the weight and depth of ages past, as though they had been severed from time