115: The path to immortality is about to begin, everyone!

Inside Li Daoqing's palace, the candlelight flickered, reflecting the complex expressions on the faces of the various Holy Lords. The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, yet it carried a trace of hard-to-conceal tension and curiosity. Just as everyone was holding their breath, Li Daoqing suddenly stood up and spoke in a respectful and solemn tone: "Holy Lords, the Old Ancestor is about to arrive."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall instantly fell silent. The Holy Lords stood up one after another, their gazes uniformly turning toward the palace doors, their hearts filled with both anticipation and apprehension. After all, the personal appearance of a Great Saint-level existence was enough to shock anyone.

A moment later, the palace doors slowly opened. A figure in snow-white clothes stepped into the hall first; it was Ye Wen. His face was handsome, his features like a painting, and his steps were composed, just like a graceful Young Master. However, behind him followed an old man with a profound aura—it was that Great Saint, Wuming.

The moment Ye Wen stepped into the hall, countless gazes instantly focused on him. Shock and doubt appeared on the faces of the various Holy Lords; they clearly hadn't expected this seemingly young youth to actually walk ahead of a Great Saint.

Ye Wen ignored the gazes of the crowd, a faint smile still on his face. He walked straight toward the main seat with composed and confident steps. Li Daoqing hurried forward and bowed respectfully: "Lord Saint, most of the Holy Lands in the Big Dipper Star Domain have arrived."

Ye Wen nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the Holy Lords in the hall. His tone was calm yet carried a hint of majesty: "First, welcome to my Yaoguang Holy Land."

At these words, a commotion broke out in the hall. The Holy Lords looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and confusion. A middle-aged man dressed in purple robes couldn't help but speak: "Holy Lord Li, this is..."

Li Daoqing smiled slightly and spoke in a respectful tone: "This is the Saint of our Yaoguang Holy Land, Ye Wen. This gathering was personally arranged by the Lord Saint."

"Saint?" The purple-robed man's brows furrowed deeply, clearly confused by Ye Wen's identity. The other Holy Lords also showed expressions of confusion; they hadn't expected the Saint of the Yaoguang Holy Land to be so young, and even have a Great Saint-level existence following behind him.

Ye Wen sat on the main seat, his gaze sweeping over the Holy Lords in the hall, a faint smile still on his face: "Holy Lords, there is no need for surprise. This gathering was called to discuss a major matter concerning the future of the Human Race."

Though his voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable majesty. Hearing this, the Holy Lords in the hall reigned in their confusion, and their expressions became solemn.

The white-haired old man stroked his beard and asked in a deep voice: "Holy Son Ye, I wonder for what matter you have summoned us here today?"

Ye Wen smiled slightly, his gaze deep: "This matter is of great importance, and the specific details will need to be discussed in depth with everyone later. However, I can guarantee you that this gathering is by no means directed against your respective Holy Lands, but rather to deal with an impending Great Tribulation."

"Great Tribulation?" A commotion broke out in the hall once more. The Holy Lords showed shocked expressions; they clearly hadn't expected Ye Wen to mention such a significant matter.

Ye Wen gestured for everyone to be quiet, his tone steady and firm: "Holy Lords, please remain calm. This Great Tribulation concerns the future of the entire Human Race. And my Yaoguang Holy Land is willing to join hands with all of you to face this disaster together."

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became heavy as the Holy Lords fell into deep thought. They knew that since Ye Wen dared to summon them so solemnly, there must be a deep meaning behind it. And this so-called \"Great Tribulation\" was likely far more serious than they imagined.

Ye Wen looked at the people in the hall, a profound light flashing in his eyes.

Seeing that the time was right, Ye Wen spoke:

"To tell everyone some good news, the Golden Great Age is about to arrive, and the Dao of the Azure Emperor is about to dissipate. You all should have predicted this to some extent; this is originally good news." Ye Wen spoke slowly, his voice low yet carrying an unquestionable majesty. "However, what follows is a piece of news enough to shake the entire Big Dipper Star Domain—the immortal ascension road is about to open."

"The immortal ascension road?" The hall was instantly in an uproar. The Holy Lords showed shocked expressions; they clearly hadn't expected Ye Wen to mention such a major matter. The immortal ascension road was the ultimate goal that countless Cultivators dreamed of, and the lifelong pursuit of those Supremes who had slashed themselves and fallen into the Restricted Zones.

Ye Wen raised his hand slightly, signaling for everyone to be quiet. His gaze swept over the Holy Lords in the hall, his tone carrying a hint of heaviness: "The opening location of the immortal ascension road is right here on our Burial Emperor Star, in our Eastern Wasteland."

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall fell into a deathly silence. The Holy Lords looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and unease. They knew all too well what it meant for the immortal ascension road to open in the Eastern Wasteland.

Ye Wen's voice continued to echo in the hall, carrying an indescribable sense of pressure: "This means that the Supremes of those Restricted Zones will emerge. They have spent their entire lives pursuing the immortal ascension road, wanting to break into the Immortal Realm. However, how could the Immortal Realm be so easy to enter? Every attempt to attack the Immortal Realm exhausts their own Blood and Qi. To wait for the opening of the immortal ascension road, they must survive. And this leads to what you are all familiar with—the Dark Turmoil."

"Dark Turmoil..." The Holy Lords in the hall whispered, their faces becoming increasingly solemn. The Dark Turmoil was a nightmare in the hearts of countless Cultivators. Every time the Dark Turmoil descended, it brought endless slaughter and destruction. To restore their own Blood and Qi, those Supremes of the Restricted Zones would devour countless living beings, even at the cost of destroying an entire Star Domain.

Ye Wen's gaze swept over the Holy Lords, his tone heavy: "Now, there are less than two hundred years until the immortal ascension road opens. Setting aside whether they can enter the immortal ascension road, just the fact that they will need to devour a massive amount of Spirit, Essence, and Blood to restore their Peak strength after emerging from the Restricted Zones... I believe everyone understands what this represents?"

The hall was deathly silence as the Holy Lords fell into deep thought. They knew that every word Ye Wen spoke represented an impending disaster. Once those Supremes of the Restricted Zones emerged, they would surely bring endless slaughter and destruction. And they, as the top powers of the Big Dipper Star Domain, would be the first to bear the brunt.

A middle-aged man in purple robes asked in a deep voice: "Holy Son Ye, is this true? Is the immortal ascension road really about to open?"

Ye Wen nodded slightly, his tone firm: "It is absolutely true. This matter is of great importance; my Yaoguang Holy Land would never joke about such a thing."

The white-haired old man stroked his beard, a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "Holy Son Ye, since that's the case, I wonder what your plans are?"

Ye Wen's gaze swept over the Holy Lords, his tone firm: "This gathering was called precisely to discuss countermeasures. Our Yaoguang Holy Land is willing to join hands with all of you to face this disaster. Only by uniting can we possibly survive this Great Tribulation."

The Holy Lords in the hall nodded one after another, a look of determination flashing in their eyes. They knew that in the face of the impending Dark Turmoil, only by uniting could they possibly survive this disaster.

Ye Wen looked at the people in the hall, the corners of his mouth curling upward; next would be his plan.

The opening of the immortal ascension road was not a lie, nor was the arrival of the Golden Great Age. However, Ye Wen's purpose in calling them here was not merely to unite against the Dark Turmoil in two hundred years.