Chapter 1813

As the rulers of the mortal world, the great aristocratic clans had always been proud; it had always been they who tested others, and they had never imagined that today they themselves would be tested by another, and a feeling of discontent rose unbidden in their hearts.

However, the moment they looked up and saw the clouds gathering and dispersing at the mountain's peak, as if some immortal were up there swallowing clouds and breathing out mist, they quelled all the various thoughts in their hearts.

Today, they were at a disadvantage, and could only resign themselves to fate.

While the great aristocratic clans were pondering, a number of jianghu roughnecks had already rushed toward the stone steps.

"Heh! I, Langli Bai Long, will go first!"

In a single stride he stepped onto the steps and ran upward.

At first, this Langli Bai Long still found it easy, but gradually he began to feel as if a great mountain were pressing down on his body.

"Immortality, indeed, is not so easily sought!"

Langli Bai Long gazed toward the mountain peak, feeling the ever-growing pressure, yet he did not retreat lightly.

If he retreated today, then for the rest of his life he would be nothing but a bottom-rung jianghu figure, and would never again have a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single step.

Immortal fate!

This was absolutely the greatest opportunity of his entire life; if he failed to seize it, he could never forgive himself.

With Langli Bai Long's move, the other Wu Lin figures also surged toward the steps, heading down the mountain.

Watching others climb the mountain, one doesn't really feel it.

Only when you yourself Dengshan do you come to know the mysteries within.

In just half a day, more than half of those who had gathered were swept away.

When the Dengshan ended, only three hundred and twenty-one people (Li, Wang, Zhao) had reached the summit — not even a fraction of those who had sought the immortal.

"You who have climbed the mountain shall be my disciples, to carry on the Dao-lineage of my founder, Taixuan. Follow me, and together we shall sacrifice to Founder Taixuan!"

Feng Yun Wuji led the crowd to the Founder's Grand Hall, where they performed rites and offered incense.

As for where the Founder's Grand Hall had come from, of course it was Feng Yun Wuji himself who had built it.

The crowd stepped forward one by one to pay their respects.

……

He busied himself for several years, and only when the mortal world's path of immortality flourished did Feng Yun Wuji finally set his mind at ease and ascend to the Upper Realm.

The Human Race's Sacred Land trembled.

An old man guarding the Ascension Platform, upon seeing Feng Yun Wuji arrive, sharpened his gaze.

Ordinary people might not see it, but he was not blind.

Three thousand purple vapors shrouded the head of the man before him — by no means something an ordinary ascender could compare to.

"Might you be the new Main God of the Human Race?"

The old man's voice was trembling.

He had not expected that the Main God of the Human Race he had guessed at would truly appear!.