The sound of the Dao reverberated through the air, like the wondrous music of the heavens.0

That tall, stalwart figure sat atop the ninety-foot platform built on the corpse of a fallen star. His entire body blazed with divine flames and shone with the light of the Dao, as if he were a god or immortal.0

The cultivators gathered around him were mostly beneath the World King level, but there were a few World Kings mixed in too.0

All of them were like devotees listening to their master’s teachings, seemingly intoxicated and obsessed.1

It was as if an immortal were hosting a Dharma assembly, sharing the wondrous truths of the scriptures with the crowd.0

“No wonder so many cultivators have gathered here of late. So, immortal fortune really has appeared on the Impermeable Demon Ocean,” said Zhuang Bifan.1

“Immortal fortune? Don’t tell me the one who built that altar to spread the Dao is really… an immortal?” Wei Shan was stunned.0

Earlier, they learned of some of the Impermeable Demon Ocean’s recent changes from Zhuang Bifan. 0

The most obvious change was the emergence of numerous suspected immortal ruins!0

That aside, in the...0