After all, putting themselves in their shoes, if they learned that they had long since become dust in the river of time—
With no hope on the immortal path, what was there left to cultivate for?
In the end, everyone died anyway.
Not even immortals could escape it.
Despair was inevitable.
Yu Dong caught wind of it as well.
He muttered to himself.
What sort of waves will these ancient cultivators stir up?
He looked toward Floating Light, wanting to see whether such signs had appeared elsewhere.
One had to know that when a cultivator's Dao heart collapsed, the consequences could be severe—or not.
After an ordinary cultivator's Dao heart collapsed, most of them were ruined.
Once they became useless, there was usually no hope left for them.
If a genius's Dao heart collapsed, they either became useless or rose from the fire of nirvana after great destruction, rebuilding their Dao heart.
Otherwise, they would stray onto the crooked path and suffer qi deviation, becoming possessed.
If it was a powerful cultivator whose Dao heart collapsed, the consequences would be far more perilous.
They would likely become even more extreme.
Becoming a devil was not the worst of it. They might even seek to erase everything from the past along with it.
If they became useless, withdrew from cultivation matters, distanced themselves from the cultivation world, and went to live out a lifetime of glory and wealth in the Mortal Realm, Yu Dong had seen such people before.
But over these past years, he had heard of many shifting variables, so he always felt that the changes brought by this Ancient Era would not be so peaceful.
Even though there was already news of the Great Dao Demon Lord's aura reviving, and news from the West Sea that the Ancient