Yuan Chu stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the ceiling of the hall as he let out a long sigh.
"Ah..."
"Transcendence... is far too difficult."
"Could it be that, apart from Pan, we truly have no way to transcend?"
"Just how should this road be walked?"
As he spoke, Yuan Chu's voice sank, carrying a profound sense of powerlessness.
With that sigh, Yuan Chu's translucent phantom gradually faded, ultimately vanishing completely from the hall as though he had never appeared at all.
Time passed.
There was no alternation between day and night within the Source Realm of Myriad Daos, and the passage of years could not be felt within the inheritance palace.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Within a hall deep in the palace, space suddenly rippled violently.
Four figures stumbled out of the void. They were Jiemie, Kongxuan, Wuwang, and Xu Yuan of the Abyssal Sea Divine Pivot.
The four were in a rather sorry state. Their robes were damaged, their auras fluctuated unstably, and even the origins of their Laws were somewhat weakened.
Clearly, they had suffered greatly during the trial—one could even say they had endured countless hardships.
Kongxuan steadied himself and panted heavily.
"This trial was far too absurd. It nearly drained my origin dry."
Xu Yuan's face was pale as well. Still shaken, he glanced at the void behind him.
"The methods left behind by a True Saint are not something we can easily see through. Being able to come out alive is already not bad."
Yet they had no time to attend to their injuries. Eight eyes were fixed firmly on the center of the hall.
There stood a tall stone platform. Floating silently above it was a gray sphere of light that radiated an endlessly