Chapter 443

If this truly is the Summoning Divine Art, then walking across the Immortal Bridge to become an Immortal and attain the Dao will no longer be a fantasy.

But… the Immortal Bridge is formed from multicolored divine light—can a mortal truly walk upon it?

If one steps onto it and finds the bridge cannot bear weight, they’ll plummet straight off Taishan, reduced to pulp and shattered bones.

At this moment.

Two paths lay before everyone.

Walk the Immortal Bridge and gain a chance at immortality—or die instantly, beyond all hope of revival.

Just as everyone hesitated, a young figure stepped forward directly onto the bridge.

“Xiang Hong!”

Xiang Hong’s parents had their eyes fixed on the Immortal Bridge; by the time they realized he was advancing, it was too late to stop him.

Xiang Hong didn’t even glance at the crowd—he felt a surge of energy from the storage ring on his finger, a vibration like a voice, silently guiding him toward the Immortal Bridge.

He hadn’t rushed to follow the vibration’s call because it wasn’t hypnosis or compulsion; it was more like guidance—the choice to walk or not rested entirely with Xiang Hong.

He first probed the storage ring with his spiritual sense to trace the origin of the vibration.

His storage ring held few items; he quickly identified the source, and his spirit trembled.

The vibration came from the token given to him by the Sole Departed One.

Inside the storage ring, the token—neither iron nor stone—had previously been inert, but now its surface shimmered with multicolored light.

The glow rippled like the aurora over the North Pole, breathtakingly beautiful.

It mirrored exactly the radiance emitted by the Immortal Bridge atop Taishan.

Xiang Hong froze. The token floated in the storage space, pouring forth colorful divine radiance, like tadpoles seeking their mother, eager to flee the ring and return to its embrace.

Could the token given by the Sole Departed One be connected to the Immortal Bridge?

This thought wasn’t just Xiang Hong’s—it occurred to every member of the chat group, as well as Zhang Hao and Bai Yuanxian.

Bai Yuanxian had already consulted Ghost Hong the Demon Ancestor and confirmed that the two tokens in his cave weren’t held by any group members—each member’s token remained accounted for.

In other words, the two tokens in the cave weren’t from group members—they were extra tokens, appearing out of nowhere.

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Tianhong Great Realm.

Bai Yuanxian sensed the token’s vibration, broke off his cultivation, stepped out of his cave, and gazed toward a distant direction.

The token was guiding him toward that direction.

Zhang Hao and Ghost Hong the Demon Ancestor also held their tokens, gazing toward the same direction.

That direction was where the famed ancient mountain—Buxiu Mountain—lay.

Above Buxiu Mountain, the Immortal Bridge extended from a rift in the heavens.

Similar scenes unfolded across all worlds of the myriad heavens.

Every hero and powerful being who possessed a token was being guided toward the location in their world where the Immortal Bridge had appeared.

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China, Taishan.

Since the token from the Sole Departed One had guided him, he walked forward—and now that he had stepped onto it, he felt no regret. The path of cultivation had always been one of opportunity and peril intertwined.

High risk, high reward—that best defined the meaning of “opportunity.”

One step forward.

Everyone held their breath, suddenly consumed by frenzy.

It really can bear a person!

“Go! You can cross!”

Suddenly.

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

Below the mountain.

People gazed in stunned awe at the celestial realm spanning the sky’s rift and the countless tourists on the mountain slope, pointing and shouting in shock.

“Someone’s on it! Someone’s crossed!”

“Go! Let’s go too!”

A tide of people surged upward, as if swept by a current—even the crew of an ambulance, summoned by phone and still flashing its lights, saw the road blocked by crowds and gave up.

Finally, they made up their minds, abandoning all caution, even leaving their doors unlocked.

They leapt out and sprinted up the mountain.

Not to rescue anyone—but to seek immortality.

They knew immortals rarely took disciples, but what if fortune favored them?

Online, news of Immortal Bridges appearing at Taishan, Mount Fuji, and other locations spread rapidly.

Like the incident at the palace corner in Heian-kyo, countless people went mad—but this time, the madness was even greater.

Last time, the Heian-kyo palace was in Russia, too far to reach, forcing abandonment—but this time was different: Immortal Bridges appeared worldwide, meaning everyone, everywhere, had a chance to obtain the Immortal Source.

No need to worry about distance—there were always nearby famous mountains accessible by plane, train, or high-speed rail.

There were simply too many Immortal Bridges appearing in too many places, as if the heavens signaled: this opportunity is open to all.

China, Taishan, on the mountain.

While those below were frenzied, those on the mountain were even more frenzied—crowds surged upward instantly, flooding onto the bridge, eyes locked on the celestial realm and Immortal Mountain within the sky’s rift.

They looked as if breathing even a single breath of divine qi would be worth dying for.

If this level of obsession were applied to studying, nearly everyone here could pass the 985 and 211 entrance exams.

Indeed, these past months had built up immense pressure—constant exposure to gods and demons had left everyone with a deep, pent-up longing.

Now that the Immortal Opportunity lay right before them, who the hell could hold back?

Of course, not everyone lost control—some had strong discipline. They thought of their wives, children, parents—if they died chasing this opportunity, who would care for their families? They didn’t want to bury their own children.

At this moment.

In the distance.

Upon the brilliant Immortal Bridge.

Suddenly, a golden lotus bloomed, radiating dazzling nine-colored light, flying out from the rift in the heavens.

In a few blinks, it arrived atop the Immortal Bridge.

Wait.

This is…

Many gasped, eyes reddened, staring fixedly at the nine-colored golden lotus.

The lotus drifted slowly downward and settled beside a young figure.

Then.

The young figure didn’t hesitate a moment—he stepped onto it.

It was the mythic scene of a celestial immortal, riding clouds and mist, astride the nine-colored golden lotus.

My god!

Seeing this, those who had hesitated now tipped decisively toward seeking opportunity.

Even those who had hesitated, thinking of their wives, children, and parents, pulled out their phones and dialed:

“Dad! Mom! Come cultivate immortality!!”

“Hey, wife!! Come cultivate immortality!”

Madness.

Utter, complete madness—people steeped in Chinese classical culture, battered by months of mythic events, had all lost their minds.

The entire mountain path teemed with sprinting crowds, and more people rushed from every tourist facility.

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Japan, Mount Fuji.

Inside a pavilion, several members of Japan’s Supernatural Response Division, wearing headsets and seated before computers, dialed their department hotline.

Another major incident!

Since the emergence of the supernatural, mythic and extraordinary events had been constant—but this, a global-scale phenomenon seemingly summoning mortals to immortality, had never happened before.

After reporting it.

The officer sighed wistfully, gazing at the distant Immortal Bridge and the revealed celestial realm, murmuring: “It seems the world has changed. Ordinary people can finally cultivate the supernatural.”

Thwack!

A powerful slap knocked his head sideways, leaving him dizzy.

The officer, furious at having his poetic moment shattered, spun around.

But he saw only his colleague staring at him like he was an idiot.

“Change your damn mind—come on, let’s go. If there’s really a chance to cultivate the supernatural, Director Takahashi won’t punish us—he’ll promote us. No doubt about it.”

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