Chapter 2239: True Immortals Descend Ten Thousand Cultivators Worship

Amidst flashing lights and a series of astonishing roars, a colossal mountain, nearly ten thousand *zhang* tall, suddenly appeared in the sky.

This immense structure, with a base spanning nearly a hundred *li*, cast a vast shadow from above, completely enveloping the central area of Sky Abyss City.

Such a grand spectacle naturally didn't go unnoticed by the people near the plaza. Many gazed up at the sky in astonishment, but could only see the dark, overwhelming base of the enormous mountain, their faces instantly displaying expressions of utter bewilderment.

It wasn't that the cultivators attending the celebration below had never seen such a massive mountain, but one suspended in mid-air was, of course, an entirely different matter.

Moreover, just moments before, the sky had been completely empty.

Further away, other attendees hurrying towards the plaza were equally astounded, but from their vantage point, they could clearly see the entire three-colored peak.

To their surprise, amidst their astonishment, these cultivators noticed that the upper half of the immense peak was covered with a dense array of pavilions and palaces. The very top of the peak was shrouded in a thin layer of white mist, hinting at something indistinct within.

Driven by curiosity, some cultivators disregarded the guards on the plaza below and directly flew towards the giant mountain in the sky.

At this moment, the three-colored peak, after a slight retraction of its silver light, ceased its expansion.

Upon seeing the cultivators flying towards the peak, Han Li smiled faintly and casually formed a hand seal with one hand.

Countless runes flickered across the surface of the three-colored peak, and a transparent barrier emerged, instantly encapsulating all the surrounding space within several *li* of the peak.

As soon as the approaching cultivators entered this area, loud "thuds" resounded, and they were all bounced back by an invisible light barrier, blocked from entering the restricted zone.

Once these cultivators stabilized their escape lights, they exchanged bewildered glances. None dared to attempt to break through again.

Everyone knew that this giant mountain must be connected to Han Li, the newly ascended Grand Ascension cultivator. Offending such a powerful new Grand Ascension ancestor would surely be courting death.

Just then, a leisurely male voice suddenly emanated from the summit of the great peak:

"It is truly an honor for so many fellow Daoists to attend my celebration. All those qualified to participate may enter directly via the teleportation arrays below. I await your esteemed presence at the Grand Ascension Immortal Platform on the mountain summit."

This voice was unmistakably Han Li's!

It was unclear what divine ability he had employed, but though the voice was unhurried, every attendee heard it crystal clear, as if it were speaking right into their ears.

“Senior Han!”

“It's Grand Ancestor Han's personal message!”

Upon hearing this message, the nearby cultivators stirred, exchanging greetings as they descended towards the plaza below.

Simultaneously, with the armored guards maintaining order in the plaza, some celebration attendees had already formed over a dozen queues, entering the various teleportation arrays and vanishing in flashes of light.

Within the dense array of buildings on the three-colored peak, more than a dozen teleportation halls were prominently located at various points.

The first group of cultivators to be teleported appeared in these halls, stepping out of the arrays and curiously surveying their surroundings.

Inside the halls, a group of male and female attendants, clad in white robes, were already waiting. After bowing slightly to the cultivators, one stepped forward and spoke with a composed demeanor:

“Seniors, please follow me. I will lead you directly to the celebration venue on the mountain summit.”

Seeing that most of these white-robed attendants were at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivation levels, the others didn't pay much attention. They nodded and followed them out of the hall, proceeding along a winding mountain path towards the summit.

These white-robed attendants included some disciples taken in by Qi Lingzi, as well as some temporary personnel Han Li had borrowed directly from Elder Gu and others.

Although their cultivation levels were not high, they were more than sufficient for their temporary duty as attendants. The moment the three-colored giant mountain formed, Han Li had directly transported them to the teleportation halls using his spell.

The teleportation arrays continued to flash with light, and more figures surged out of the halls.

Once a certain number of people had gathered in a teleportation hall, another attendant would lead everyone directly up the mountain.

As these cultivators ascended the mountain path, they saw not only exquisitely carved and ornate buildings like jade pavilions and terraces, but also various exotic flowers and plants lining the roadside. In more distant, scenic areas, they could even spot spirit birds and beasts strolling leisurely, some of which were rare, mythical creatures previously only heard of in legends.

Upon witnessing this, some of these cultivators, filled with overwhelming curiosity, couldn't resist the urge to take a closer look. However, the moment they stepped off the mountain path, the surrounding scenery immediately blurred, and they found themselves enveloped in a dense white mist. Their original standing spot was now empty, as if they were suspended directly in the void.

These individuals were terrified. Some froze in place, afraid to move, while others couldn't help but repeatedly cast spells, attempting to break free from the barrier.

Regardless of their actions, the white mist remained, and all their spells vanished into the void as if swallowed by the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

To those who remained on the mountain path, all they saw was that these cultivators, the moment they left the path, froze motionless, like carved statues.

“An illusion!”

Some individuals with a certain mastery of array formations immediately exclaimed, their expressions changing, upon seeing this sight.

The leading white-robed attendant, seeing this, paused for a moment but immediately, without a word, raised a hand. A silver token appeared in his palm, and with a shake, it emitted a burst of five-colored light.

Where the five-colored light passed, the cultivators who had been ensnared by the illusion were swept back onto the mountain path.

In an instant, these individuals felt the surrounding white mist dissipate, and the scenery returned to normal.

Before the startled expressions vanished from the faces of these imprudent cultivators, the white-robed attendant who had intervened bowed slightly and reminded them:

“Seniors, this mountain was directly conjured by our Grand Ancestor using his immense power and a treasure. Apart from the path we are currently on, all other areas are protected by barriers. Please follow closely behind me and do not easily stray from this mountain path. Otherwise, if I am too late to rescue you, undesirable consequences might occur.”

Upon hearing the white-robed attendant's words, the others exchanged glances and mostly nodded repeatedly with wry smiles.

While they might not be able to accurately gauge the power of an illusionary barrier set by a Grand Ascension cultivator, they were absolutely certain that it was beyond their ability to break.

It wasn't just these individuals; subsequent groups of attendees ascending the mountain also received the same warning from their guiding attendants.

Apart from a few reckless individuals, not many chose to intentionally trigger the barriers again.

By the time the first group of people appeared on the mountain summit, the thin mist that had enveloped the top had completely dispersed.

Before them lay a colossal plaza paved with white jade crystal bricks, where countless colorful meditation mats were spread out in layers, densely covering almost every part of the square.

In the center of the plaza stood a shimmering, seven-storied tower, several tens of *zhang* high. Each level was inscribed with countless emerald-green spirit runes, which slowly rotated.

At the very top of the tower, a gigantic green lotus, about an *mu* in size, floated above.

The green lotus was halfway open, its petals a vibrant, dripping green, perfectly still. At its center, a young man in green robes sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, a faint smile on his lips.

The man was, naturally, Han Li, who had been waiting there.

At his feet, a small golden-yellow beast was crouched, its two silver eyes busily surveying the distant crowd. It was the Leopard-Kirin Beast.

Although Han Li seemed to pay no attention to the cultivators entering the plaza, upon seeing him, they all respectfully bowed from a distance. Only then did they, led by the attendants, proceed to a corner of the plaza and sit down cross-legged in an extremely orderly manner.

Subsequent waves of attendees streamed into the plaza, and after paying their respects to Han Li, they also sat down cross-legged in various parts of the square.

Among them were white-haired old men, young women who appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen, and even some members of the demon race with horns on their heads and fur on their bodies.

However, once seated, everyone immediately closed their eyes in solemn meditation, not daring to converse with anyone nearby.

The entire plaza was filled with solemn silence.

Although the plaza Han Li had set up on the mountain summit was immense, it could at most accommodate thirty to forty thousand people, reaching its limit quite quickly as nearly all the meditation mats were soon occupied.

This did not even include the almost one million unqualified individuals who were blocked outside the teleportation arrays around the lower plaza.

However, as most of these ordinary cultivators entered, representatives from various major and minor factions, with diverse expressions, also began to appear in the plaza.

These individuals were led directly by the white-robed attendants to the inner circle, closer to Han Li.

Among these envoys, some had forms vastly different from humans and demons, and their auras were exceptionally strange, indicating that envoys from other exotic races were also present.

Half an hour later, the entire plaza was finally filled. At the same time, figures such as the silver-haired elder and other Sky Abyss City elders also appeared at the plaza entrance.

At this moment, seven blazing suns hung together in the sky, marking high noon.

“The hour has arrived; let the celebration begin!” With a ripple in space, Qi Lingzi’s figure suddenly appeared beneath the towering pagoda. He bowed to the surrounding crowd and spoke with a solemn expression.

As his words fell, the melodious tolling of bells once again drifted up from below the great peak. Simultaneously, five-colored light shimmered in the sky, faint celestial music resonated, and ethereal, graceful figures circled and danced within the glow.

Countless five-colored petals rained down from these graceful figures, and a wondrous fragrance, imbued with spiritual energy, instantly filled the entire plaza.

Upon merely inhaling a bit of this fragrance, some cultivators immediately felt completely relaxed and refreshed.

“The essence of flora! It’s the essence of flora, refined from the vital energies of eighty-one rare spirit flowers and herbs!” Someone immediately blurted out, but quickly realized their impropriety and fell silent. However, many faces were filled with ecstasy as they desperately circulated their cultivation techniques, eagerly absorbing the floral scent in the air.

“Offer your respects!”

Qi Lingzi then announced loudly.

Upon hearing this, the human cultivators who had been sitting cross-legged around them immediately rose with solemn expressions and bowed deeply to Han Li:

“Congratulations, Senior Han, on advancing to the Grand Ascension Stage! May all cultivators celebrate with you!”

“Congratulations, Senior Han, on advancing to the Grand Ascension Stage! May all cultivators celebrate with you!”

While the demon cultivators and envoys from other races did not repeat the same words, they also respectfully rose and offered their greetings.

Words of congratulations echoed one after another throughout the realm, amplified by the special barrier, spreading across the entire Sky Abyss City and reverberating endlessly.