Yet this success always seemed to lack something. These were almost all the Supremes who had survived since ancient times!
They had broken into the Immortal Domain, yet it was far too quiet, without any of the grandeur or majesty of attaining immortality.
In the eyes of the world, ascending amid radiant clouds, shedding one's mortal form and soaring into immortality, blazing so brilliantly that the universe itself trembled-only such an awe-inspiring, auspicious spectacle could truly be called attaining immortality, inspiring longing and reverence.
The aged cultivators, those with little life left, gazed at that road. They no longer had much choice.
That person had already traversed the Road to Immortality, and the Supremes had already charged inside.
What were they still worried about?
"Perhaps this is what attaining immortality means-nothing extraordinary, simply ascending amid the ordinary!" These old men rushed toward the Road to Immortality to make one final, desperate gamble.
The old cultivators became a sweep of divine rainbows, but before they could draw near, the phantoms of gods and demons and the Immortal Spirits of laws wiped them all out.
This was destined to be a tragedy, a scene of sorrow. A single speck of luminous rain pierced through a vast crowd, and even Great Saints and Quasi-Emperors could only die in vain.
There was no place for the weak on the Road to Immortality. Whether in the past or the present, anyone below that level had no right even to approach.
At last, a powerful figure made his move.
His entire body burned like a supermassive star, his radiance was dazzling beyond compare, and he exuded terrifying divine might.
"The Golden Crow Great Emperor! Has he finally lost his patience and decided to challenge the Road to Immortality?" someone growled. This was the reigning Great Emperor.