The palace behind him quickly shrank, and soon, he landed in front of the purple figure that was heavily chained by iron ropes.
The purple figure gazed at him through the iron chains, its eyes seemingly numb.
It was vaguely visible that its condition was somewhat withered.
In Ning Daohuan's eyes, however, there was a rare flash of eagerness and excitement.
Immortal Ascension!
Immortal Ascension!
The humiliation that cultivator with the surname Tang had brought him not long ago, he did not dare forget for a moment.
Now, he is finally about to take this most critical step.
Once this step is taken, the sky and the sea will be vast, no one will dare to underestimate him! No one will dare ignore his existence!
Not only the Fenglin Continent, but even all of the nine great continents, will have a place for him.
Perhaps one day, he might even ascend to The Heavens…
"Master, the path you envisioned, I am finally about to achieve it!"