They were not on Golden Turtle Island.
Where else could they go after leaving this place?
Some of the blue-robed cultivators had yet to process it.
If this place had been so easy to leave, they would not have remained here all this time.
Was it not precisely because matters here were far from as simple as others imagined?
With a thought came consequences.
But they quickly came to understand.
With the descent of the variable, once beings such as themselves manifested in the world, they would not necessarily continue following the old rules.
It was like the inheritance within their sect. It was an inheritance, yes, but what truly mattered was not the inheritances displayed in the open.
It was that layer of identity.
The cultivation methods of the Great Dream Immortal Sect were extraordinarily unique.
A fleeting life was but a dream; a dream was but Yellow Millet.
In the dream, I was myself.
The Dao held me, and the dream held the Dao.
Some of their senior cultivators had always cultivated in the world of dreams.
That assessment identity would still remain effective even after leaving this place.
"Their departure is also a good thing. Back then, they had only just entered the sect and had not undergone their later cultivation."
"Now that the manifested variable has descended, the inheritance of our Great Dream Immortal Sect will no longer be confined to Golden Turtle Island alone."
The eyes of several blue-robed cultivators standing at the front were as deep as ancient pools and abysses.
One of them spoke with force, no longer allowing idle talk on the matter.
This blue-robed cultivator clearly held great prestige among those present.
The moment he spoke, the other blue-robed cultivators fell silent as well.
The white mist within the island dispersed,