"After all!
"We cultivators have long Lifespans; we have no fear of our Lifespans running out.
"Time has always been on our side."
"As long as we wait patiently, one day we will live to see that old monster's lifespan run dry and achieve our goal."
"That's right. To be safe, we should wait a little longer!"
"..."
For a time, the voices supporting waiting drowned out those that had previously advocated staking everything on a desperate gamble.
Most of the cultivators present leaned toward waiting patiently.
After all, compared with the dangers of rashly making a move, waiting was undoubtedly the safer choice.
However, just then...
the Black Robe cultivator seated to the left of the main seat suddenly let out a cold laugh.
His voice brimmed with mockery and disdain, shattering the discussion among the crowd.
"Not much lifespan left?"
His gaze swept across every figure present once more. His tone was icy, carrying a hint of interrogation.
"Who told you this information?"
In an instant, every mysterious cultivator present froze.
Their expressions turned to astonishment, and the murmuring discussion came to an abrupt halt.
No one had expected the Black Robe cultivator to suddenly say such a thing.
Still less had they expected him to question what everyone had tacitly accepted as fact.
After a moment, a probing voice rang out in the cavernous underground palace.
It carried a trace of confusion and incomprehension.
"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by that?
"Could this information be false?"
At the same time, the gazes of the dozens of cultivators in the underground palace converged once more upon the Black Robe cultivator.
Their eyes were filled with doubt, confusion, and probing.
Everyone waited for his answer, wanting to know what exactly he meant.
Could it be that the ancient