Beneath the curtain of light.
Many people had witnessed Gu Yuan's methods, as well as the rules within the black mist.
Many were deeply interested in such rules.
However, quite a few had experienced similar things before.
"I once traveled through the Old Sea and encountered something similar. But it carried a trace of strangeness, and what lay within was extremely complicated."
"But I still can't understand why a Supreme would waste so much time and effort on this?"
"You talk as if you're a Supreme yourself."
"I'm somewhat envious of the natives inside. They don't need anything at all—just a little time, and their cultivation keeps rising."
"Back in my day, I had to survive nine deaths and one life before I could join a sect, and only then did I ascend into a major faction."
"What's the point of saying all that? You still can't even participate in the Heaven's Chosen Trial."
"That was a little hurtful, but you're no different from me."
Many people watched the scenes within the black mist and began discussing their own views.
Not a single person who could be here was a simple character.
Their experiences and knowledge were exceptionally broad.
Unfortunately, they could only voice their observations from outside.
Above the void.
The Supreme's projection gazed intently at every scene before him. Every trial world appeared within his sight.
And the world Gu Yuan was in was, without question, what he cared about most at this moment.
His gaze was calm, exceedingly placid.
Yet the depth within it was utterly unfathomable.
Other than himself, no one knew what he was thinking, what he was watching, or what he was focused on.
"Lin Zhou."
After a long while, the Supreme's projection uttered those two words, seemingly lost in thought.
The few attendants