The night was black as ink. Mountains and rivers streamed past as clouds and mist receded.
The Yin-Yang Venerable shone upon the land like the blazing sun as he sped through the air.
Jiang Ping, Ren Xiaoxiao and the others stood inside a Dao Map, talking amongst themselves.
"Quite a few people gained a great deal on this trip to the ruins. A lot of them will probably enter Heavenly Heart Cave soon."
Xiao Yin spoke in a serious voice.
Jiang Ping raised an eyebrow. "Is there a limit on the number of people who can enter Heavenly Heart Cave?"
"Naturally."
Ren Xiaoxin nodded. "A Blessed Land for cultivation like that is very special. A day is a year there; a long dream, and a hundred years have passed. Each time the Blessed Land opens, it can accommodate ten people at most."
"Doesn't that mean anyone who misses out this time will have to wait a hundred days?"
"No, they'll have to wait several years. Once the Blessed Land opens, it consumes its own resources and needs time to recover."
Ren Xiaoxiao replied.
A Blessed Land like that naturally had its limits. If it could be opened and used at will without consuming anything, Qingling Palace might have had more than twice as many True Saints.
Besides, it only worked on those below the True Saint realm. Once someone reached the True Saint realm or higher, the Blessed Land was of no use to them.
Hearing this, Jiang Ping frowned.
If he couldn't enter the Blessed Land this time, would he have to wait several years?
Fang Xin walked over from the side and smiled gently. "Elder Jiang, don't worry. No matter how many people exchange for places in Heavenly Heart Cave this time, the higher-ups will select the best