"Immortal!"
"Da Li can open the Immortal Gate; there are immortals in the heavens."
In the Capital, countless gazes looked up to the sky.
The existence of immortals was once only in ancient legends.
"Da Li, can it truly open the Immortal Gate?" The Seventh Prince, Ye Yunke, gazed at the sky from the direction of the Imperial Palace, unclear if he was talking to himself or asking Prince Puyang beside him.
Even as the son of the Noble Consort and heir to the Royal Family, he did not understand what lay before him.
Under the pressure of the Heavenly Dao, in the land of the Capital, even ordinary cultivators prostrated themselves, kowtowing to the sky.
"Dong!"
In the distant sky, a sound seemed to echo, and as everyone looked towards the horizon, it seemed they saw, thousands of miles away, an Immortal Mountain surrounded, with a Taoist Temple standing atop it.
