In the days that followed, things changed almost daily. The fissure, once dozens of zhang long, had stretched to a hundred zhang, becoming a blood-soaked expanse.
The bones of Saints littered the ground; no one knew how many had fallen. The assembled powerhouses fought over the Immortal Light flying out, and opportunities for immortality descended at regular intervals.
Of course, many also risked their lives on one final gamble because their lifespans had run out.
Nowhere had ever been as brutal as these mountains outside the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land. Every day, old cultivators perished like moths flying into a flame!
Such was the irresistible temptation of becoming an Immortal, all for the sake of verifying that single word: "Immortal"!
Too many powerhouses had come from the heavens and the Myriad Domains. Every great domain had people nearing the ends of their lives. A successful gamble meant immortality; failure meant becoming white bones along the road.
No one had expected this situation to persist for eight years. Blood and bones continued to fly, and its sheer duration made many question whether the fissure was real.
The Immortal Light was genuine. It helped many break through bottlenecks and undergo astonishing transformations.
Over those years, the fissure into the Immortal Domain had extended to two hundred zhang. Though its growth had slowed, the trend remained unchanged, making the final preparations for the opening of the Immortal Gate.
Throughout these years, Jiang Zhu had continued comprehending the Dao and cultivating, traveling through mountains and great marshes, understanding myriad arts, and developing his own secret techniques.
During that time, he had used different Immortal Golds, including Immortal Tear Green Gold, Eternal Blue Gold, Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Dragon-Patterned Black Gold, and Feathered Green Gold, to cast eight bells sharing the Chaos Bell design.
Then