These blue-robed figures understood such a simple truth as well.
But they were powerless to stop it.
Because ever since they had awakened once more upon this island, unforeseen changes had already arisen in all these arrangements.
It was no longer like the days when they had still been in antiquity.
In today's world, fortune surged mightily, interwoven with countless opportunities of the Dao.
Each opportunity of the Dao gathered like clouds, vast and magnificent to the eye.
It was unlike the faint and sparse aura of antiquity, when one could search ten thousand miles without finding a single cultivator.
In this latter-age world after antiquity, every place where such opportunities of the Dao gathered showed that cultivators existed there.
Only with so many cultivators could there be the sight before their eyes: radiant lights piled into clouds, gleaming brilliantly.
The cultivation environment of this latter age differed from before, causing faint changes and variables to appear in them as well.
These changes did not merely affect those outside cultivators. Some scenes they had experienced and some memories they held also showed faint signs of becoming different.
"The Immortal Register has reappeared, and someone has already entered it ahead of time."
"Those outsiders may not necessarily obtain every inheritance."
"Is there truly only one inheritance within? If the Great Dream Immortal Sect now has a chance to appear in the world again, why can it not begin anew?"
Some of the blue-robed cultivators remained silent. Their gazes flickered as they pondered how these outside changes would affect them.
There were many who were loyal to the sect.
But after ten thousand years, human hearts had become complex. Though they had not personally endured the washing of those ten thousand years, their present state could still be called rebirth through nirvana.