The Rogue Cultivators who had just endured countless hardships to enter closed their eyes. Before even a few breaths had passed, they opened them again, their faces filled with shock.
After exchanging glances in perfect unspoken understanding, they all closed their eyes once more.
At that moment, they understood that the hardships they had just undergone had not been for nothing.
Sure enough, in this world, no suffering was endured in vain. The hardship you swallowed today would sooner or later repay you in all manner of delightful ways.
If there truly was hardship endured for nothing, then it only proved you had gone the wrong way.
Going the wrong way and forcing yourself to suffer—that was truly eating bitterness for no reason, with nothing better to do.
At this moment, Dragon Island was utterly silent, without the faintest sound. Everyone had entered a deep state of comprehending the Dao. Whether they had grudges against one another or not, they all sat obediently in place.
If anyone started fighting at a time like this, they would surely invite a joint assault from everyone else.
Dragon Island would remain open for one hundred years, which meant these prodigies could stay here for a full century.
For ordinary cultivators, being able to etch a few dozen in a hundred years was already quite impressive. But who among those seated here could be considered an ordinary prodigy?
Every one of them possessed terrifying comprehension, so powerful it made one tremble.
And so, time trickled away bit by bit. Those immersed in their state of comprehending the Dao could not sense the slightest passage of time.
By now, the concept of time had completely vanished from their eyes. There was only the Dao.
The Dao filled their sight; the Dao remained when they closed