But even so, he knew full well that he could not lose the big picture over a small matter. If such a trivial issue delayed the progress of the important mission,
then even an expert with Golden Immortal Realm strength like him would likely be unable to bear the grave consequences it might bring.
It was precisely because of this that Fei Peng did not reach his hand into the pool again afterward.
Several years later, time flowed on; the years flew by like a weaver's shuttle, vanishing as swiftly as an arrow.
Throughout that long stretch of time, countless powerful cultivators trudged with difficulty through the mysterious and unfathomable Immortal Path,
recalling how, back then, that enormous hand which blotted out the sky and covered the earth had appeared before them several times, its terrifying might enough to make people tremble with fear.
Yet after that, it had vanished like an epiphyllum blooming for a single night, disappearing without a trace and never revealing itself again.
At the same time, everyone on the Immortal Path keenly noticed a startling phenomenon—the figures on the road were becoming increasingly numerous.
At first, everyone merely vaguely felt that there seemed to be more fellow travelers around them. But as the journey continued, that feeling grew ever stronger.
Those figures surged forth without end like the tide. It was as though, on this road filled with peril and the unknown, not only were people pressing bravely onward, but even more living beings were continually joining them.
According to incomplete statistics, there had initially been only a few hundred living beings who entered the Immortal Path.
But by now, that number had multiplied geometrically, reaching a staggering total of tens of thousands!
What was even more shocking was that every one of these