After Confusion, one gaze after another lowered, settling upon Qingxu.
The Sword Sect, the Supreme Dao Sect, the Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Supporting Sect, the Joyous Union Sect...
Even from the distant Starry Sky.
Some gazes were indifferent, others fiercely domineering; some were mournful, others icy. They were all different.
In an instant, winds and clouds swept across the land.
Qingxu, one of the Central Continent's famed perilous places, seemed unable to withstand those gazes, each imbued with boundless might. It groaned and creaked under the strain.
The spatial storms that raged ceaselessly within it vanished completely.
The rumble of the Dao echoed, spreading in every direction.
The cultivators who had yet to leave the cliff all felt their minds stir. The ultimate truths of the Great Dao appeared before them without reservation, and the cultivation bottlenecks that had trapped them for so long quietly vanished.
The effect was even stronger than that of the Righteous Alliance's Martial Tournament.
However, just as the many cultivators were losing themselves in it, unable to break away, the profound state of mind abruptly withdrew.
At once!
Wails rang out across the cliff. Some even fell to their knees and kowtowed, begging only to feel that profound state of mind again.
But no matter how they pleaded, it did not return. All that remained was the distant Qingxu, its sea of mist surging.
It wasn't that the immortals were stingy. Rather... too much of a good thing could be harmful.
Zhang Yunlu was only at Foundation Establishment. She didn't even dare use too much of the Mystic Profound Grass, despite its special effects.
How much more so with the True Immortals' Dao imprints, steeped in their own powerful wills?
Cultivators cultivated their own Dao.
The Great Dao was an ocean, and one's own Dao was a boat.