After pondering for a moment, Wei Dongliu pinched his Daoist Formula and performed a simple illusion trick, presenting a line of big characters before everyone:
"Without becoming a Chaotic Great Luo Golden Immortal, there is no hope for the path of ascension."
These simple two sentences, like thunderclaps, instantly severed all chatter, and the noise in the venue abruptly ceased.
Everyone stared at the words "Chaotic Great Luo Golden Immortal" and "ascension," their expressions either surprised, eager, contemplative, or solemn, varying widely.
"Does anyone know what ascension really entails?" Wei Dongliu stood with his hands behind his back on the stage, looking at the Nascent Soul Elders below, asking as if he were a teacher guiding his students.
No one answered, which was only natural.
Everyone harbored a certain wariness towards the Demon Cult, coupled with the unclear circumstances, thus no one was willing to speak first.
