Chapter 443: The Myriad Heavens Frenzy

If this truly was a summoning divine ability, walking onto the Xianqiao to become an immortal and ancestor, attaining the Dao and ascending would no longer be an illusion.

Only… the Xianqiao was condensed from multicolored immortal light—could a real person actually walk on it?

If one stepped on it and a foot came down on empty air, discovering the Xianqiao couldn't bear a person, they'd just plummet straight down from Taishan, their body smashed to pieces for certain.

At this moment.

Two paths lay before everyone.

Walk onto the Xianqiao and have a chance at immortality, or ascend on the spot and die beyond any hope of death.

Just as everyone hesitated, they saw a young figure step right onto it.

"Xiang Hong!"

Xiang Hong's parents' attention was fixed on the Xianqiao; by the time Xiang Hong stepped forward and onto it, it was already too late to stop him.

Xiang Hong didn't even glance at the crowd. He felt a ripple surge from the storage ring on his finger—a ripple that seemed like a voice, mysteriously guiding him toward the Xianqiao.

He didn't follow the guiding ripple to the Xianqiao right away, because that ripple was neither hypnosis nor compulsion; it was more like a guidance—go or not was for Xiang Hong himself to decide.

He was the first to extend his divine sense into the storage ring to see where this ripple was coming from.

There weren't many things in his storage ring, so he quickly found the source of the ripple, and his spirit couldn't help but tremble.

The ripple was being emitted by the token given by the one who had passed away.

In the storage ring, that token—neither quite iron nor quite stone—which had never glowed before, now had multicolored light rippling across its surface.

The light shimmered like the aurora over the North Pole, breathtakingly beautiful.

It looked exactly like the radiance blooming from the Xianqiao above Taishan.

Xiang Hong froze. The token hovered in the storage space, colored divine light flowing, like little tadpoles that had found their mother, wanting to fly out of the storage ring and return to their mother's embrace.

The token given by the one who had passed away—was it connected to the Xianqiao?

This thought wasn't only Xiang Hong's; every member of the chat group, as well as Zhang Hao and Bai Yuanxian Jun, all had the same thought.

Bai Yuanxian Jun had sought out Ghost Hong Demon Ancestor to investigate and confirmed that the two tokens in his cave abode did not belong to any group members—every member's token was accounted for.

In other words, the two tokens in the cave abode weren't group members'; they were two extra tokens that had appeared out of thin air.

……

The Tianhong Greater World.

Bai Yuanxian Jun sensed the ripple from the token in his hand, broke off his closed-door cultivation, walked out of his cave abode, and looked toward a distant direction.

The token was guiding him toward that direction.

Zhang Hao and Ghost Hong Demon Ancestor likewise held their tokens and gazed into the distance.

That direction was where the Tianhong Greater World's famous ancient mountain—Immortal-Slaying Mountain—lay.

Above Immortal-Slaying Mountain, in the heavens at this moment, the Xianqiao stretched out from a rift in the sky.

Similar scenes were unfolding in every world across the myriad heavens.

Every outstanding talent and powerful being who had obtained a token was receiving guidance, led toward the place in their own world where an Xianqiao had appeared.

……

Hua Country, Taishan.

Since it was the token given by the one who had passed away guiding him forward, he stepped onto it. Of course, since he had already stepped onto it, he wouldn't regret it—the path of cultivation was always one where opportunity and life-and-death coexisted.

High risk, high return—that phrase best captured the meaning of "opportunity."

One step out.

Everyone's breath tightened, and they suddenly became incomparably fervent.

It really could bear a person!

"Go! We can cross it!"

Suddenly.

Xiang Hong walked steadily upon it, his steps now light and brisk—he had already covered more than ten meters.

Down the mountain.

The countless tourists on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain, staring dumbstruck at the immortal realm spanning the rift in the sky above, pointed and cried out in shock.

"Someone's up there! Someone's gone up!"

"Go! Let's go too!"

Like a tide, the sea of people surged continuously upward. There was also the crew of an ambulance that had been summoned by phone, its lights still flashing—seeing the vehicle couldn't get through and the mountain paths were packed with people.

In the end, they hardened their hearts, decided to abandon the vehicle for the night, and didn't even close the door.

They jumped straight down and sprinted wildly up the mountain.

Not to go save people, but to seek immortality.

Although they knew immortals wouldn't easily take disciples, what if they got lucky?

Online, news of Immortal Bridges appearing at Taishan, Mount Fuji, and many other places quickly spread.

Just like the incident with the corner of a palace in Peaceful Capital back then, countless people went mad over it—and this time it was even more frenzied than before.

Last time, the corner-of-a-palace incident in Peaceful Capital was in Russia, too far away to reach, so people could only give up. But this time was different—Immortal Bridges were appearing everywhere in the world, meaning people across the globe had a chance to obtain immortal essence.

No one had to worry about the journey being too far; there was always some famous mountain region nearby, reachable by plane, train, or high-speed rail.

There was no helping it—the Immortal Bridges had appeared in too many places, showing up everywhere, as if signaling to the world that this time, everyone had a chance at immortal fate.

Hua Country, Taishan, up the mountain.

The people down the mountain were mad; the people up the mountain were even more frenzied. In an instant a crowd surged up, swarming onto the bridge, eyes fixed dead on the immortal realm and immortal mountains within the rift in the heavens.

They looked as if, if they could just take one breath of immortal air, losing their life would be worth it.

If this level of fervor were applied to studying, basically every single person here could get into a 985 or 211 university.

And indeed, over these past few months, the buildup around gods and demons had been too intense, and a longing had been bottled up inside.

Now that immortal fate was right before their eyes, who the hell could still hold back?

Of course, it wasn't that no one could hold back—some people had decent self-control. They thought things through more carefully: they had wives, children, parents waiting for them. If they went after the immortal fate and died in some danger, what then? Their wives, children, and parents were still waiting for them to provide for. They didn't want the old to bury the young.

At this moment.

In the distance.

Upon the resplendent immortal bridge.

Suddenly, a golden lotus, radiating the dazzling brilliance of nine-colored light, flew out from the rift in the heavens.

In the blink of a few times, it reached the immortal bridge.

Wait.

This is...

Many people began breathing heavily, their eyes bloodshot as they stared fixedly at that nine-colored golden lotus.

The golden lotus drifted down leisurely and stopped beside a young figure.

Then.

That young figure did not hesitate in the slightest, taking a single step onto it.

Remember this—it was like a scene from the myths: a celestial being riding the clouds, soaring through the mist, departing atop a nine-colored golden lotus.

My heavens!

Seeing this scene, those who had been hesitating before now saw the scales of indecision tip toward the side of seeking opportunity.

Even those who had been hesitating earlier, thinking of their wives, children, and parents, casually pulled out their phones and made calls:

"Dad! Mom! Come cultivate immortality, quick!!"

"Hey, wife!! Come cultivate immortality, quick!"

Madness.

Utter madness. Every single person, steeped in the classical culture of Hua Nation and battered by the various mythic events of this period, had gone mad.

All along the mountain path one could see crowds of people sprinting uphill, and many more rushing over from the various tourist facilities.

……

Japan, Mount Fuji.

Inside a tent, several members of Japan's Transcendent Response Department, wearing earpieces and sitting at computers with solemn expressions, directly dialed the Response Department's number.

Something big had happened again!

Since the emergence of the Transcendent, all manner of mythic and Transcendent events had been nonstop, but this one—seemingly aimed at the whole world, guiding people toward immortality—was the first of its kind in history.

After the report.

That staff member, face full of melancholy and emotion, gazed at the distant immortal bridge and the revealed immortal realm, murmuring: "Looks like the world has really changed. We ordinary people can finally cultivate the Transcendent."

Bang!

A great force directly slapped his head to one side, dazing him until his eyes swam.

The staff member, who had finally managed a moment of poetic sentiment, was jolted awake by a slap and instantly flew into a rage, turning his head.

But all he saw was his companion looking at him with the gaze one reserves for an idiot.

"Change your ass. Let's go, we're going together. If there's really a chance to cultivate the Transcendent, Director Takahashi and the others won't blame us—they'll only put us in important positions. There's absolutely no way they'd punish us."

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