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Ascension?

No, perhaps it should have been called descent, a descent into the mortal realm—a banished immortal!

The Great Dao emerged, heaven and earth opened, and pure qi rose to become the Nine Heavens. Turbid qi sank to form the ghost-haunted Ninefold Netherworld, while earth, fire, wind, and water unfolded at the center to form the True World.

"True World" was merely a common name. The Dao Sect called it Daluo, the Buddhist Sect called it a Pure Land, and the Brahman-self tradition called it "Lower Brahma."

The Daoist Heavenly Venerable's Great Red Heaven, Yuanshi Tianzun's Clear Subtle Heaven, and Lingbao Tianzun's Yuyu Heaven were all True Worlds belonging to Other Shore Practitioners—Daluo realms beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

The Fu Sovereign's True World was likewise a Kunlun Celestial Realm.

An immortal's descent was no ordinary affair. Golden flowers bloomed like lanterns, streams of purple qi came from the east like dragons, and magnificent phenomena blanketed the sky and earth, spreading throughout the Mount Longhu Range in extraordinary sanctity!

Mount Longhu seethed, and the Inhuman World shook. The news swept through the entire Inhuman World like a storm, carried by phones, thousand-mile voice transmissions, messenger pigeons... every sort of technology, magic, and Otherworlder technique. Every supernatural circle, from qi refiners to wizards, erupted.

Zhang Zhiwei, the sixty-fifth Celestial Master, held his breath and watched with total concentration, comprehending the laws of heaven and earth and the transformations of the Great Dao. He dared not miss the slightest detail. For a cultivator, this was a supreme opportunity.

After a long while, Baron approached, pushing a wheelchair. Seated in it was an elderly man with damaged limbs—Zhang Zhiwei's junior fellow disciple, Tian Jizhong.

Tian Jizhong gazed into the heavens, his eyes narrowing slightly as he immersed himself in the spectacle. It was as