At the same moment, within Inverted Mountain.
Li Wuhen took one step and shattered the Cloud Sea, appearing in the Thirty-Six Heavens.
In his wake, a host of Heavenly Realm powerhouses followed like shadows, their steps steady and powerful as they kept close behind.
More than a dozen Heavenly Immortals, hundreds of Mahayana powerhouses—the top forces of Eastern Divine Continent had all arrived.
With such a lineup, even the number one Mortal Realm through all ages would have to bow its head and prick up its ears, not daring to contend with them.
"An Immortal King inheritance... even if we gain only a scale and half a claw, it will be enough to run unhindered through the Heavenly Realm!"
Everyone stood proudly in the sky, their gazes like torches, locked tightly onto that towering Heavenly Road.
Their auras were deep and condensed, their momentum like a bow drawn to the full.
The arrow was already on the string, ready to fly at the slightest touch.
Just as hidden currents surged beneath the surface, the sound of rending air rang out one after another, suddenly breaking the silence in the field.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several figures appeared like sudden claps of thunder, descending fiercely from the void and landing atop the cloud peaks.
The newcomers were dressed in all manner of attire, their Dao arts a dazzling variety, as though they had come from different times and spaces. The only thing they shared was the surging Mahayana aura all over their bodies; all were ascenders from various Mortal Realms.
"Hahaha! Today, I, Wang Chen, have finally ascended to the Immortal Realm. Henceforth, the seas are broad and the skies are high, and I may gallop wherever I please!"
A long-bearded man threw back his head and laughed. His moon-white Daoist