For ordinary Golden Immortal cultivators, time was interminable. Even if they wanted to die, they could not; it was unbearably dull.
But for these prodigies, there was far too little time, and it was far too pressing.
Because the things they pursued were different.
One pursued breaking through to a higher realm.
The other pursued Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, or even Great Luo Transcendence.
The higher the pursuit, the harder one naturally worked. If one's pursuit was too low, one would naturally begin to maintain a laid-back, lying-flat mindset.
Forty days, thirty days, twenty days, ten days...
In the blink of an eye, only the final ten days remained.
Ye Lin also woke up at this moment.
Only ten days left. Xinyou still hadn't come back. Don't tell me he's dead?
Impossible. Xinyou's panel was ridiculously overpowered. Although everyone here was a prodigy, very, very few had panels that could compare to Xinyou's.
If their panels were pitted against each other, Xinyou would naturally win.
But with only ten days remaining and still no sign of Xinyou, Ye Lin could not help but feel uneasy.
Behind him, on what had once been an empty expanse of ground, one prodigy after another sat cross-legged. They cultivated with their eyes closed, indifferent to worldly affairs.
The sight stretched beyond the eye, numbering roughly tens of thousands.
Meanwhile, on the Path of Life, true battles to the death were taking place. One after another, they had clearly begun fighting with bloodshot eyes.
Seeing their chances grow fewer and fewer, they could no longer restrain themselves.
If this continued, they truly would miss this opportunity.
Nine days, eight days, seven days, six days, five days, four days, three days...
In the blink of an eye, only the final three days remained. At this moment,