Thus, even if later generations of powerful cultivators wished to traverse time, they would not take such a perilous route.
Traveling upstream was the most direct method.
Coming from a later era and arriving in the past.
Yet though the revered shadows of these powerful cultivators had halted here, not a single figure chose to proceed onward.
The Dao Seals these powerful cultivators had left here—some of them merely a descending gaze—
had formed a great Dao figure.
It was clear just how unfathomably profound their cultivation was.
Yet when facing that sky-encompassing black mist, ripples still inevitably arose, and the surrounding river would occasionally stir with the faintest wave.
But when the figures of these powerful cultivators lingered here, someone sensed a trace of activity.
"Something has appeared downstream in the river, affecting the past."
A cold, emotionless voice rang out. Its gaze pierced through layer upon layer of temporal mist, and in a fleeting glimpse, it could only see a portion of the mist downstream in time.
This ancient figure came from the First Era, an old fossil who had survived from the Ancient Era.
In his youth, he too had once been a heaven-defying prodigy, half a step from becoming an immortal.
Yet precisely because he had failed to take that half-step, a twist of fate had instead allowed him to survive the great calamity of the world-destroying immortals.
His foundations were unfathomable, yet no one had ever seen him make a move.
A powerful cultivator who had spent years wandering the Long River of Time to cultivate, some from the First Era knew him, while later generations had also heard his revered name.
The moment he spoke, several gazes vaguely swept downstream.
Yet they could see only layers upon layers of mist blocking their view.
They