"Everyone."
"The monsters that swept through the Lower Realm are called 'Filth.'"
Without wasting words, Si Chen laid out everything about the Immortal Realm.
From the war in ancient times and the destruction of the Demon Realm to the Mortal Forbidden Zone, and the terrifying fact that the Other Race could neither be killed nor eradicated.
He left out the far weightier entanglements involving Immortal Lords and Immortal Emperors.
For these Lower Realm patriarchs, who had yet even to touch the gates of the Immortal Realm, knowing too much was not necessarily a good thing.
But even this "tip of the iceberg" was enough to grind the Eastern Region titans' understanding back and forth against the ground.
"Fellow... Fellow Daoist Si Chen."
The Grand Supreme Elder of the Mysterious One Dao Gate frowned deeply. "Are you saying that the monsters that nearly destroyed our Lower Realm these past few days... came from the Immortal Realm?"
Zhao Wuji, the sect master of Hidden Edge Mountain, looked equally incredulous. "And even the mighty figures of the Immortal Realm could only cling to survival behind seals?"
The others exchanged bewildered looks.
What had they cultivated so bitterly all their lives for?
Was it not so that one day they could unravel heaven's mysteries and ascend to that supreme Immortal Realm, free of all worldly cares?
After all, in every Lower Realm cultivator's imagination, the Immortal Realm was a blissful pure land of misty immortal energy and soaring luan birds, where mighty figures sat discussing the Dao and lived forever.
Yet now... the pure land was not pure, and immortality came with calamity.
"To hear the Dao at dawn, one could die content at dusk... even so, who could resist the temptation of Ascension?" Zhou Dian, master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, gave a