Hundreds of thousands of years had elapsed yet no one ever had the courage to activate or provoke the Ban on Immortal Ascension. Although spiritual energy waves travelled with the speed of light and so couldn't travel from the Outer Void to Observable Universe or the other way around. Yet, the Ban was not made with spiritual energy, it was a restriction specially targeted at cultivators, this contributed to the fright in all cultivators related to the imperceptible mysteries that existed beyond the scope of their observation. All cultivators including the Supreme God Sovereigns were restricted by the cycles of the universe. So, since the new universe had emerged none knew of the dominating power of Sages, only their ancient artifacts spoke vaguely about them. At this moment, when they saw the shocking nature of the legendary Ban, many old ancestors, patriarchs and sovereigns went to their scripture pavilions to educate themselves regarding it.

And who would even imagine that a 12 year old mortal boy awakened the sleeping Ban.

The divine senses of all converged on the boy, and astonished them beyond measure. Old Sixth was basking in showers of unspoken praise from his brothers, " The boy did it, he took 3 millennia to complete 7 tests and that too in the first attempt, he would be bamboozled when he notices that only 3 hours have passed in his absence in the real world. Hahahaha! Old Seventh, even you could only complete my Sixth test in the second attempt. And his perception of Dharma has ascended to the cosmic strata. Great! We finally have our Eighth Junior." He was full of exclaims, yet a sadness could be seen on his brows which pointed directly at the stars.

Everybody nodded, but there was no time for evaluation and celebration or the Ban would wreck havoc in the lad's family in mortal realm.

First Senior leaded the Seven venerates, "Now is the time to enact the formation Seven Manifestations of Human Wrath, gather everyone! Our task is to suppress the development of immortal roots in those family members and protect this boy from being killed by the fiery rage of the Ban's consciousness." Seven dense life-like visions manifested behind each one, each signifying an aspect of the laws of universe. Seven rainbow rays of divine intent converged in the skies above, forming a mammoth ghostly palm attempting to seal the heavens altogether. It had the unyielding and rebellious nature of human. At it's formation, immortal energy, life energy, death energy and other forms all were condensing as rings about the palm, the whole Star System's immortal energy was drawn. Just as seven rings formed about the palm, it rose like a projectile shooting through the atmosphere of the planet into the starry skies beyond. But an eerie intent crushed the whole formation destroying it from existence altogether, and swallowed the seven rings of energy and divine intent like the Demon.

The Seven Sages were breathing heavily, as their mental power was almost exhausted in summoning the energy of the whole Star System in the space. Yet, it couldn't stop the ban. The First Senior, pointed to the point between his eyebrows, where a vermillion mark was present, the mark glowed with resplendence of the stars, and his fingers worked in chiliads of configurations and mudras, . " O Seniors, pray help us solve this calamity!" A red-haired young man, with dark-red eyes took shape in the air in front of them as if to answer.

"Fools! Why the hell did you provoke the Ban? The Outer Void must not produce any immortals." A bloodlust aura, shook all of the seven from their core, and were pushed back several steps before stabilising. They were all familiar with the stories of the Ninth Sage of the Third Generation, already the Third Generation was the Golden Generation of this Line and the Ninth Sage was the most frightening of eleven generations. He practiced the essence of destruction and ruthlessness of the cosmos, and his single emotion was seething, relentless rage. Old Seventh, kowtowed, "I guess, your excellency is the Ninth Senior of the Third Generation." A snort answered him, his fury manifested as a perpetual flame which orbited him. Staring at the skies, he flicked his ring finger and yelled brazenly, "In the name of Shiva, pipe down!" The Ban's range diminished in an instant from the star system, and it returned to being unconscious. Pushing his hand down below, he suppressed the immortal roots in the royal bloodline of Furong country, and destroyed few of the critical meridians in development, never to develop again and curtail their path to ascension. The Seven of them could only look in awe as even the Ban was silenced almost effortlessly by this senior, and this was not his true form, but just an avatar which was suspended near this Solitary Star System. All of them bowed out of pure respect. The Sages respected their seniors not because of power but due to the gap in the realm of comprehension.

The fiery man peered at the Seven in an interested manner, "Too depressing! None of this current generation evolved to a True Sage. By this unsatisfying progress, you are but a disappointment to all of your preceding generations. Ah!" But his domain suddenly caught a a man in it's range, Krishna, profusing with blood all over from his body. With a wave of hand, he stopped all blood leakage, and began to examine him. An unexpected smile appeared on his face, "The Eighth of this generation is quiet exemplary. He has already set on the path of a True Sage and that of Dharma. If his determination doesn't fail, he will surely become one." Saying that, on the spur of moment, he gazed at Old Sixth for moment, and seemed to approve of him, then he emerged just 2 steps away from the First Sage, "Was the spell of summoning was given by your master, Fourth of the Eleventh Generation?" The First Sage nodded solemnly.

"You weren't able to exert it's full strength due to your low realm. Only 1/3 of my weak avatar could come here. Anyway, I will return once more in maybe 10-20 thousand years from now to see the Ninth of this generation. By that time, at least 4 of you, must become a True Sage or I will throw you in the toughest trials in the Observable Universe!" And then he vanished from the gaze of everyone.

Old Seventh's clothes were drenched with sweat, of fear and exhaustion, like all others present. The amazement and shock of the events in succession had them in daze for some minutes, after which they came to their senses. Old Sixth, carried Krishna on his soldiers, and teleported to his hut, others following him tacitly.