Nothing in this world was ever perfect.
Perfection was easily marred.
Now was just right.
They could not wait until the passage of years had faded completely.
This was a premonition revealed by the unseen.
If they waited until then, it would also mean they had completely abandoned this sliver of vitality.
Just like a fish leaping through the Dragon Gate.
Once they reached a certain point in time, they had to make a choice.
They could not wait for the Dragon Gate to descend from the heavens.
That was impossible.
What the people of the Demon Domain had to do was act by borrowing the momentum of the greater tide.
Layer upon layer of treacherous, surging fortune emerged.
By the gateway.
Sheets of golden light swayed faintly.
Several cultivators stood high above, gazing into the distance.
They had been ordered here and had remained for more than half a year.
Yet they had never seen any movement here.
"I say, there's been no movement behind that gateway all this time. They sent us here, but who knows what they meant by it."
One cultivator complained, "I'd wanted to go take a look at that treasured land over there."
After all, who wanted to keep waiting here for nothing?
They needed to cultivate too.
There were so many opportunities in the Nine Heavens now.
Staying here led nowhere.
But there was nothing they could do. The sect's orders outweighed the heavens.
Unless they wanted to betray the sect.
Otherwise, the aura lock and soul identification on their sect tokens would be enough to make them suffer.
Over the years, very few sect members had successfully left their sects.
"Enough. We have one more year. In another year, we can leave."
The expressions of the other two figures did not change