Though the mental ripple was blurry and indistinct, someone had indeed responded.
Wang Xuan was startled. He turned to look at the five great experts nearby, waiting for an explanation.
Huo said, "This kind of transmitted message appears every so often, but it's too far away. We can only occasionally catch that glimmer of primordial spirit light, and even then, it comes and goes."
Wang Xuan walked forward and looked at the main road stretching out from the Mysterious Realm. At its distant end, scattered fragments glimmered like stars; they had materialized from Dao laws.
The so-called road was an embodiment of the Dao, fragments of rules. The end of the road ahead had collapsed and scattered, while the roadless region was pitch-black, carrying an incomparably dense aura of decay. Sparse flakes of Black Snow even drifted down.
According to Chong, Huo, Bai Li, and the others, once one ventured into the darkness, one would never see light again. There was no end to it, and the slightest carelessness could lead to getting lost and dying of exhaustion.
"You all heard the vague transmitted message, yet you still can't feel your way over there or find the road ahead?" Wang Xuan asked.
Chong shook his head. "We can't find it. The main road and the Mysterious Realm where we stand should be special, like a receiver for primordial spirit signals. They can resonate with the Sole Dao and capture those mental ripples. But if we truly leave this place and enter the darkness, we won't sense anything at all."
Most importantly, although they now felt that they had caught the transmitted message, no one knew how far away it was from the broken road ahead. They might explore for countless eras and still fail to reach their destination.
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