Meanwhile, by the banks of the Heavenly River, within the Celestial Interception Hall.
On the jade steps within the hall, Chen Sheng sat cross-legged, eyes gently closed, the celestial aura around him circulating like flowing water.
Each breath drew in the Spiritual Qi tide from outside the hall, transforming into silver threads that burrowed between his brows.
Suddenly, his fingers pinched lightly, and twelve talismans floated in the air before him, the inscriptions upon them flickering and finally coalescing into a sequence of numbers—eight hundred and twenty-three.
"At eight hundred and twenty-three years, it's time to ascend to a Heavenly Immortal."
Chen Sheng thought to himself, this point in time was the choice made after collecting the experiences of numerous Celestial Lords, Celestial Kings, and Heavenly Immortals.
