The next moment, Milton Cheney slightly burst with spiritual power.
All those who were still lingering in the beam of light felt a sudden pulling force, and the next moment, they disappeared within the beam, only to reappear atop the White Jade Immortal Mountain.
When there was no one left inside the four beams of light, the pillars gradually began to fade away.
This signified that the Mystic Realm had completely closed.
The next opening might not be until two hundred years later.
The expressions of these people varied, their eyes looking towards Milton Cheney and the others with respect, admiration, and a hint of fear.
They were well aware that the individuals before them were all Golden Core True Immortals.
"Let the sects begin choosing the disciples for this Ascending Immortal Meeting."
Milton Cheney spoke softly.
As his words fell, a sigh of relief arose in the hearts of the leaders from the other three sects.
