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"It's the breath of the fairyland! I can feel the breath of the fairyland!"

"It really is the Heaven's Gate! I have been waiting for three thousand years! Finally I have arrived!"

"The day we are waiting for to ascend to heaven is right now! Charge!"

……

When Wang Zhifan opened the first gate of heaven with a single strike of his sword, the most excited people in the entire square were not his true disciples who were ready to go, but the Mahayana or tribulation-crossing monks who had gathered there!

These old monsters had been delayed in ascending to immortality due to various reasons, but now they felt the breath of the immortal world was before their eyes. The excitement that had been suppressed for a thousand years instantly overwhelmed many people's rationality. They completely ignored the agreement between the fat monk who was transcending tribulation and Wang Zhifan, and collectively flew towards the Heavenly Gate in the sky, as fast as thunder!

The fat man, who was nominally the leader of all the old monks, was relatively calm. Although he was at the peak level of transcending tribulation and had a stronger desire to become an immortal than anyone else, he suppressed the madness in his heart and did not rush towards the Heavenly Gate with that group of crazy people. Instead, he stood on the ground, paying close attention to Wang Zhifan, who had displayed immortal-level oppression not long ago, to observe how he would respond.

At this moment, Wang Zhifan saw that many people wanted to slap him in the face as soon as the Sky Gate opened. The corners of his mouth suddenly outlined a cruel arc, and then his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot. Then, a terrifying aura continued to erupt around the Sky Gate in the sky, and the aftermath shook the whole area. Then, a series of angry or shrill screams superimposed on each other, as if purgatory had come to the earth!

"Who dares to stop me! Look at my Holy Demon Body...Ah!!!"

"The Immortal-Destroying Cauldron! Kill him! Ah!!! My Immortal-Destroying Cauldron! Impossible!!!"

"Everyone, run! Run!!!"

……

The people on the Dengxian Pavilion Square could not see clearly what was happening, because the main battlefield was actually within the Tianmen, which looked like a space vortex. Occasionally, the bodies of powerful monks or fragments of magic weapons would fall from the edge of the Tianmen, accompanied by horrible fluctuations of laws, and screams of shock, anger, and pain coming from the Tianmen, making the old monks on the ground who did not choose to take risks sweat on their foreheads and feel fortunate in their hearts.

"Too strong... This senior disciple of the Ascension Pavilion is really too strong... More than 20 Mahayana Tribulation-crossing monks couldn't even match him!"

“Is this the strength of a True Immortal? Even the Heavenly Demon Ancestor was killed instantly! If I hadn’t held back just now, I would have died on the spot!”

"Who told me that this guy can be surrounded and killed? He even chopped a fairy-level magic weapon in half with one sword. Who among us can trap him? He is so terrifying!"

"Everyone! I think today is not a good time to ascend to heaven, so I will leave first!"

……

Wang Zhifan entered the Tianmen Expressway to stop and kill the unruly Mahayana monks who were undergoing tribulation. This gave a huge shock to the monks who were watching the battle below. Some Mahayana monks were even worried that Wang Zhifan had gone too bloodthirsty, so they ran away to seek refuge, and were willing to give up even the precious opportunity to become immortals.

When Wang Zhifan's figure flew out of the sky gate and slowly landed on the ground, it further shocked the spectators.

Because they found that Wang Zhifan, who slaughtered all the enemies alone, was not only unharmed, but also showed a breath as steady as water. In other words, his battle, which seemed grand and shocking, was actually not even a warm-up.

"Pavilion Master! The person just now is not familiar with us! I promise that no one will interfere with the disciples of your pavilion from now on!"

As soon as someone's feet touched the ground and stood still, he saw a fat old man hurriedly coming up to him and speaking sincerely with a self-blaming expression, without any of the pretentious smile he had not long ago.

However, Wang Zhifan ignored this guy. He looked directly at the martial arts disciples who were lined up in the middle of the square and shouted:

"The true teachings of all martial arts practitioners! Immediately ascend to immortality!"

In an instant, with his order, nearly five thousand martial arts masters dressed in black and gold uniforms in the square rose into the sky at the same time, and rushed into the immortal gate in the sky like a flock of black birds. Although there were many people, they seemed to be in good order and not chaotic.

At the same time, the fat man who had just explained the situation to Wang Zhifan but was ignored retreated back to the spectator queue without changing his expression. Instead of anger of humiliation, his eyes showed a sense of relief. After all, Wang Zhifan's current actions showed that they were safe and would not be blamed for the trouble caused by those people before.

So for a period of time afterwards, Wang Zhifan and his disciples performed according to the routine, and no unexpected situations occurred.

He drew his sword to open the next five gates to heaven. Every time he opened one, he would order a group of disciples of different types to climb up the gate. His plan was very organized.

For example, after the martial practitioners, several thousand immortal practitioners went to the Heavenly Gate first, then the smaller number of demon practitioners, followed by the ghost practitioners, spiritual practitioners, weapon practitioners and other minority groups. Each group flew into the designated Heavenly Gate according to his instructions, just as he had arranged in the past few days.

After about a quarter of an hour, all the true disciples in the center of the square entered the Heavenly Gate collectively, leaving only those who were not true disciples or who entered the sect too late and whose realm was seriously insufficient. They had no intention of entering and participating in the Ascension Ceremony from the beginning.

At this time, the Mahayana Tribulation-crossing monks who had been watching eagerly could no longer hold back, and once again, represented by the fat Tribulation-crossing monk, asked Wang Zhifan:

"Pavilion Master, can we enter the Heavenly Gate?"

In their opinion, since all of Wang Zhifan's disciples had entered the Heavenly Gate and started to ascend to heaven, it would be the turn of these old guys. After all, they had behaved very honestly until now and had not done anything to offend Wang Zhifan.

But Wang Zhifan immediately shook his head when he heard the question, and while looking at the six vortex-shaped gates in the sky with his hands behind his back, he answered without turning his head:

"Don't worry, my disciples will let you in once they have the results."

He had no intention of explaining in detail. After he finished speaking, he continued to focus his gaze on the six gates in the sky, causing the faces of the Mahayana monks who were undergoing the tribulation behind him to become gloomy. They wanted to attack but had many concerns.

There was no way. They were too shocked by Wang Zhifan's recent massacre of tribulation-receiving monks including the Demon Ancestor. Although they all claimed to be the top existences in the human world and had a huge advantage in numbers, and even had the advantage of attack by standing behind Wang Zhifan, they still did not dare to act rashly and could only be patient.

The fat old man who was at the peak of the Tribulation Realm was relatively calm. He turned around and gave a warning look to the few fellow practitioners who were feeling uncomfortable, telling them not to have any impulsive thoughts. Then he said:
"Since the Pavilion Master has said so, don't be anxious! We have endured thousands of years, do we still need a little while? Don't let an impulse ruin things!" After saying that, he looked up at the sky calmly, and together with Wang Zhifan in front of the crowd, he observed the specific situation of the disciples of the Dengxian Pavilion in Tianmen, with a mysterious light flashing in his eyes from time to time.

From the outside world's perspective, there was not much strangeness in the sky except for the six heavenly gates, and there was no sign of any disciple from the Ascension Pavilion.

After all, the Heavenly Gate is forged by laws, and it is very difficult to see through its interior. Only people with high cultivation or special detection abilities can do it.

Wang Zhifan is obviously one of them, and he is the one with the strongest observation ability. He controls the power of time and space, and can clearly understand which stage of immortality each disciple of the Six Paths Heaven Gate is in. He silently counts the results of his three years of hard work, and always wonders whether he should help some of the disciples.

In the deep and mysterious Tianmen, the disciples had by this time been divided into different groups, forming a triangular distribution.

Among them, those with the strongest strength and the most determined will are still flying upwards, continuously shortening the distance with the gate to the fairyland. For example, there are elites like Sun Jinshan in Wuxiu Tianmen, the three great monsters Tao Yao, Bing Feng and Qing Long in Yaoxiu Tianmen, and geniuses like Ouyang Chen in Xianxiu Tianmen.

This group of people has the greatest hope of becoming immortals, but it is not certain that they will succeed. Each of them has to endure considerable tests.

Because ascension to heaven is a ritual recognized by heaven and earth, even if Wang Zhifan takes action to drastically reduce the difficulty, it can't become too simple. Otherwise, heaven and earth will not recognize the success of ascension, and it will at most become a smuggling into the fairyland, failing to achieve the purpose of sublimation.

Among this group of top figures, the farther away the disciples are from them, the smaller their hope of successfully ascending to immortality. According to statistics, almost 90% of the disciples have no hope of success, but they are still charging forward with all their might, without feeling frustrated at all.

The reason is that Wang Zhifan had already told them that most of them were making this ascension to heaven to gain valuable experience, and they didn't have to worry about getting lost or even falling into the Heavenly Gate after becoming exhausted. He would rescue those in danger, so their safety was guaranteed.

As a result, all the true disciples of the Dengxian Pavilion put in their best efforts. Even though they felt increasing pressure all over their bodies and felt the pain of their bodies being torn apart as they got closer to the fairyland, they were unwilling to stop falling.

Wang Zhifan on the ground saw the efforts of his disciples and felt a sense of relief that they were trusted. At the same time, he also gradually became a little anxious, and this anxiety became stronger as time passed.

"Not enough... Even Sun Jinshan's top students are not up to the mark... Even if they hold on for another hour, they can only shorten the distance to the Immortal Realm, but cannot break the barrier of the Immortal Realm... It seems that there are indeed rigid requirements for ascending to the Immortal Realm. Without the strength of a great vehicle, the world will not recognize it, and forcibly weakening it cannot break this bottom line."

After observing for a while, Wang Zhifan came to this conclusion and realized that without intervention, his ascension ceremony would end in complete failure and none of his disciples would succeed in ascending to heaven.

The reason is not that there is a problem with the Heavenly Gate he opened, or that his disciples are not working hard enough or determined enough, but that this world does not allow it. This world does not accept beings below the Mahayana to ascend to heaven on their own. There is a red line that cannot be bypassed.

"Alas... these young people still lack the foundation. It's not that easy to ascend to heaven."

"That's not how it works. If you don't have enough strength to open the Heavenly Gate, you can't go up. For us Tribulation Realm cultivators, it's a life or death struggle to ascend to the Immortal Realm. How can these juniors succeed in ascending to the Immortal Realm?"

"Pavilion Master is still too impatient. You should wait a few more years, at least until your disciples have reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation. The teachings of our ancestors are not empty words."

"Just wait and see. If the Pavilion Master doesn't take action, I'm afraid these disciples will be wiped out."

……

The Mahayana or Tribulation-crossing monks who were waiting behind Wang Zhifan also started discussing in a low voice. What they said was not very pleasant to hear, but it was indeed the truth.

Think about it, each of them has struggled for their entire lives to become an immortal, and they are very clear about all the requirements. If a group of young people whose strength is at least one level lower than theirs can easily become immortals, wouldn't they have lived their lives in vain?

In this world, embarking on the path to becoming an immortal is of great significance. Even with the help of a master, it cannot be faked. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Opening the gate of heaven can only reduce the difficulty after reaching the threshold, but it cannot determine the success of the immortal journey itself.

The fat monk at the top of the group, who was at the peak of his Tribulation Realm, heard the discussion getting more intense, and might annoy Wang Zhifan, who was looking up at the sky with a serious face, so he turned around and waved his hand to ask them to stop. Then he walked over to Wang Zhifan and suggested:

"Pavilion Master, you can't force your way to immortality. How about we rescue all your disciples from the Heavenly Gate right away? If we delay too long, the rescue may be very troublesome..."

His words seemed to be from Wang Zhifan's perspective, but in fact he wanted Wang Zhifan to allow them to enter Tianmen. Then they would throw out the disciples of Dengxian Pavilion at will, and in turn they would go from being a party that was taking advantage of Tianmen to being the benefactor of Dengxian Pavilion. It was a good plan.

But at least on the surface, there was nothing wrong with what this person said. Wang Zhifan was not unhappy after hearing it. He just frowned and replied calmly:

"Thank you for your kindness, but the result of success or failure will be known soon. Please wait a moment."

After saying this, he put his right hand on the hilt of the long sword at his waist, but did not draw it out immediately, seeming a little hesitant.

"How can we break the impasse now? Should we forcibly break the restrictions of heaven and earth? Or..."

As he thought, his eyes reflected the terrifying power of time and space, instantly crossing the past, present and future to find the best solution.

Two seconds later, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he said to himself, "Got it!"

Then the great monks nearby saw his figure flash and disappear. Just as they were wondering where he had gone, they noticed that the situation in the Six Paths Heavenly Gate had suddenly changed!

The strongest disciples of the Dengxian Pavilion in Tianmen suddenly saw their aura rising at an incredibly fast speed, breaking through their current realms and rising continuously. In less than ten seconds, they had risen from the juniors not long ago to the tribulation realm, as if they had collectively activated a super cheat!
"This... a breakthrough midway through the ascension? Or multiple breakthroughs by multiple people?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The crowd, led by the fat monk who was undergoing tribulation, suddenly felt their defenses collectively broken. They were unable to accept the facts they had discovered and subconsciously thought that they were hallucinating.

Little did they know that the strange situation they had detected was accurate, and it was all a manipulation by someone. He actually went back to the past not long ago and transferred the cultivation foundation of those great cultivators he had killed to several disciples by breaking the restrictions of time and space. (End of this chapter)