The cultivators pressed him relentlessly, but the cultivator who had carved the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal still wanted Gao Ming's secret all to himself.
"Look behind him! That's... rosy radiance!" A sharp-eyed cultivator spotted Gao Ming and shouted in disbelief.
Seeing that he had been discovered, Gao Ming smiled even more broadly. "I told you how to become an immortal ages ago, but you wouldn't listen! You just had to try it. Well, look where that got you! It seems this chance at immortality doesn't belong to you, but to one of the cultivators here."
Gao Ming made no attempt to lower his voice. He deliberately wanted everyone around them to hear.
"What does he mean? He's the one who made the Immortal Palace react? His flesh contains rosy radiance. Where did this man come from?"
Discussion erupted all around them. Knowing he could no longer keep the secret, killing intent flared in the cultivator's eyes, but the moment he tried to act, the other cultivators pinned him down.
"Ha ha ha! Immortality? Isn't that all you want?" Gao Ming looked at the enormous, indistinct divine statue in the center of the seventh floor. "I'll tell you how to become immortals!"
At first, no one believed Gao Ming. In his current state, he looked like a madman with only his head still reasonably intact. But as they forced more and more information out of the cultivator, those whose minds were consumed by immortality gradually began to believe him.
Immortal radiance lay hidden in his flesh, capable of prompting the Immortal Palace to "receive" him. Just a few casual pointers from him had nearly made a cultivator "ascend." If that wasn't a chance at immortality, what was?
Murky water dripped from his clothes. Gao Ming was moved onto a crude wooden sedan chair,