"We could no longer keep up with the Sect Master's footsteps." Big Beard Grandmaster, clad in Beast Hide, let out a long sigh.
A group of Daoist geniuses all lowered their heads, overcome with shame.
At the very beginning, they had all harbored some thoughts. They had come to serve as the Sect Master's pillars and backing.
Yet reality was not quite as they had imagined.
Whatever strength and achievements they had possessed in life, over here they only counted as a foundation. In truth, everyone could be said to have started from roughly the same line.
The only reason they had managed to move a little faster than others was because the Sect Master had prepared opportunities for them.
Now, no one even knew how their Sect Master was doing, while they were still stuck below, completely unable to help him.
"Grandmaster's reprimand is entirely correct." Everyone bowed their heads together and accepted the scolding.
The matter of the Bridge of Helplessness had stabilized. Only two people remained focused on it now, constantly repairing and reinforcing it, racking their brains over how to make the bridge permanently stable—preferably able to withstand all kinds of aftershocks.
One specialized in pure construction techniques, while the other began researching methods of entering the Helpless River without dying.
There was no need to study the method their Sect Master had used. A method that could not be passed on was useless no matter how much they studied it. What they needed was something that could be replicated and spread, even if only on a limited scale.
"The Sect Master left behind many warning signs. Every forbidden land we encountered in the Land of Yellow Springs had warning signs left by him. Every one of those signs is actually an opportunity the Sect Master