The Immortal Gate on Big Dipper swung wide open. The news swept through the myriad heavens and ten thousand domains like a storm. In an instant, a hundred thousand mighty cultivators crossed the void, and a million demon gods came marching to war.
Every civilization and Sage capable of traveling through the universe refused to miss this chance that appeared only once in a million years.
Big Dipper shook. What burst forth from the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone was no longer a fissure, but a genuine Immortal Gate. It shone with dazzling brilliance, its rosy light sweeping up broken stones, dead wood, and rubble, which scattered and turned to ash in an instant, like a dream, like an illusion.
The chaos energy was shaken apart, revealing a mighty pass covered in Immortal Dao runes. Its towering battlements guarded the border of the Immortal Realm, imposing and awe-inspiring, looking down upon the beings of the mortal world!
"Roar!"
"Clang!"
Immortal music rang out. One Immortal Spirit after another descended to the lower realm along paths of laws: true dragons soaring through the nine heavens, white tigers guarding the Immortal Path, ever-changing kun peng, all radiating terrifying auras.
"To witness the opening of the Immortal Path-even death would be worth it!"
An old Great Saint nearing the end of his lifespan cried out, tears streaming down his face. He flew toward that boundless immortal light, dissolved into the Dao within a burst of flame, and returned to his own essence.
Many old cultivators died that way, yet smiles lingered on their lips, for their hearts had found fulfillment.
So-called immortal ascension was merely an obsession.
To the mighty, only those who lived forever were immortals. Yet to ordinary mortals, great cultivators like them, who could live for thousands of years, were already