This disturbance made no sound within the river of time, then sank into Reincarnation once more.
Only the gazes of a scant few powerful figures detected that fleeting sensation of heaven and earth just now, surprise flickering in their eyes.
Yet within the Long River of Time of later generations, waves continued to drift and rise.
And one disturbance after another continued to clamor.
Yet no one could trace them back to their true source.
Time had congealed into a scroll of the past.
Within the true Nine Heavens of the present age.
Very few knew of this disturbance.
Reincarnation never ceased. So long as no day came when both time and the Heavenly Heart responded, there would never be a lack of cultivators pressing forward one after another, seeking the path of Longevity within Reincarnation.
After all, the Nine Heavens of the Primordial Era and the Nine Heavens of later generations no longer walked the same Great Dao of cultivation.
The paths they sought toward Transcendence were likewise different.
Primordial Era powerhouses sought Transcendence, and powerhouses of the present age sought it as well.
It was merely that, compared to the realm of simply transcending the Cultivation Sea, where one could roam freely and alone upon the Great Dao, with both heart and body standing before the Dao.
The path of Longevity had always been a threshold.
Countless cultivators suffered beneath the weight of time, casting aside so much, all to seek Longevity.
For Longevity, like Transcendence, was ever distant and unattainable, impossible to verify.
Thus, Reincarnation became a path through which Longevity might be attained.
Even if the road ahead was equally Voidness.
Until that moment arrived, there would always be cultivators unable to abandon the obsession they had held since embarking upon cultivation.
Within the Nether Sea