Divine Mountain.
The place where Heavenly Venerable had passed away in meditation.
The day of White Garment's Immortal Ascension.
Early morning.
The Immortal Ascension Platform.
Despite its name, the Immortal Ascension Platform was really just a crude natural platform.
It stood atop Divine Mountain.
As the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and fell on the Immortal Ascension Platform, White Garment sat cross-legged, his body covered in Seven-Colored Light.
He had yet to ascend, but already possessed something of an immortal's bearing.
Beside the Immortal Ascension Platform, Overlord, Boss, the Purple Gold Old Man, and the others cast curious looks his way.
Becoming an immortal, a scene that had existed only in novels and television dramas, was truly unfolding before the world for the first time.
Everyone unconsciously held their breath and focused.
Boss raised his wrist to check the time. "Two hours left."
According to White Garment's birth date and time, his chances of a successful Immortal Ascension were highest at noon.
"They're here."
At the same time,
The Purple Gold Old Man glanced sideways toward the foot of the mountain.
More than a dozen people advanced in two columns. Wherever they passed, snowflakes froze in place, and the wind and snow ceased.
The five at the front were the Pope, Old Bat, Great Sage, Holy Arbiter, and Eve.
Behind them were the eight surviving members of Eden's Twelve Apostles and the West's elite fighters.
The forces representing the West's pinnacle of strength had finally appeared.
Their powerful auras sent an oppressive weight surging over Divine Mountain before they even arrived.
Whooo.
Dark clouds slowly moved toward Divine Mountain along with the Western powerhouses.
The black clouds bore down as though they would crush a city.
White Garment slowly opened his eyes and smiled faintly. "Right on time."