With Zhao Rui's pronouncement, the tone for the entire affair was set.
Only then was everyone certain that cultivating to become an Immortal was no longer a fantasy.
Like the Spiritual Qi Revival and the flourishing of the Martial Dao, it had truly returned to the world.
In other words, the ancient legacies were real.
"But history only spans a few thousand years. The suppression of the Martial Dao lasted far longer than that…"
One of the masters voiced their confusion.
Zhao Rui shook his head. "I don't know the specifics either. Perhaps *they* know."
As he finished speaking, he looked up toward the sky.
Everyone was suddenly reminded that even if becoming an Immortal was now a reality, there was little to celebrate.
After all, they had all witnessed the power of that colossal, sky-blotting palm from just a moment ago.
A single palm was that powerful. What would happen if its owner arrived in person?
What if the enemy had more than one expert of that caliber?
