Historically, the several schools' cultivators had not ascended at the same time.
They had ascended one after another within a relatively short span of time.
And that "relatively short" was relative to the overall eighty-thousand-year history of humanity.
In truth, the intervals between their ascensions had still been rather great. The first to ascend and the last had been separated by nearly two hundred years.
Yet according to Qingchao Zong's memories, they had entered the same place one after another in the space of a few breaths.
In other words, the flow of time at that "destination" differed enormously from that of Divine Land.
And Wang Qi happened to know of one region that the Immortal Path could "theoretically" connect to, where the flow of time differed enormously from Divine Land.
That was Immortal Heaven.
It was precisely because he had thought of this that he had cried out at the time, "Impossible!"
The Immortal Path had already deteriorated severely. Even the Celestial Favored Clan might not be able to find a route to Immortal Heaven, so how could just a handful of people have all happened to ascend there?
At this point, Xin Pu'en suddenly asked, "May I ask, Senior... Fellow Daoist Qingchao Zong, do you remember the exact number of cultivators there? Or who, specifically, was there?"
Qingchao Zong tried hard to recall, then shook his head. "My memories are very vague, but if you can give examples..."
"Wait a moment." Xin Pu'en's figure flashed, and he vanished at once. A moment later, he returned holding a Telepathy Bottle and brought up a set of images from within it. "For example, this man—Mohism's Leader, Meng Huang, 'The Heavenly Ghost Is Displeased.'"
Wang Qi quickly understood what they were asking.
Qingchao Zong's memories were fundamentally incomplete. By his own