They rarely had such leisure. In their spare time, they visited relatives and gathered with friends; now that they had time, they would also hold small Dao gatherings.
Nothing too formal.
They merely shared some insights into cultivation.
It counted as an unconventional tradition among the circle of geniuses.
Floating Light's lustrous radiance flashed again and again.
Someone was continuously sending him messages through voice transmission.
It held the same power as a Myriad-Mile Voice Transmission Talisman, but Floating Light contained far more functions and effects, making it especially useful.
In short, no matter what path a cultivator followed, they basically acknowledged the usefulness of Floating Light as a spirit artifact.
At the very least, it was good and cheap, with one in everyone's hands.
"Looks like those people will learn about the Great Dream Immortal Sect too."
Someone among them spoke, his expression unconcerned. He had mentioned it casually, treating it as nothing more than an amusing tidbit to share.
This mountain peak shimmered with flowing light, multicolored glimmers of fortune flickering time and again.
The geniuses gathered here included Dao friends they had formed ties with, as well as other talented cultivators.
But they all belonged to the same circle.
They were all in the Northern Heaven Continent, and they knew one another.
To say nothing else, under the flourishing fortunes of the Immortal Path, the countless sect lineages of the Immortal Path, scattered like stars across the heavens, were what upheld that vast and magnificent tide of fortune.
"So what if they learn? At a time like this, what is there that cannot be known?"
Others looked equally indifferent. Whether it was the Kunpeng Sea or Golden Turtle Island, so long as such tremendous changes did not spread outward, they basically had nothing to do with them.