"An Immortal Daoist Grounds has emerged?!"
"So soon? And with such a massive commotion—did no one try to conceal it?"
Some ancestors of cultivation lineages gazed at the message delivered by spirit birds flying in from afar, their weathered eyes deep as they spoke.
"Ancestor, what should we do? I fear those people have already gone ahead and are waiting there."
"The Heavenly Secrets surrounding the Immortal Daoist Grounds were previously muddled, beyond our ability to deduce. Now that it has manifested, even those exalted cultivation sects likely could not have foreseen such a change in advance."
Members of the lineage also stepped forward, unable to conceal the excitement on their faces.
If that Daoist Dojo were controlled by those great sects and its cultivation resources divided among them, lineages like theirs would have no chance to take part.
After all, their lineage ancestor could be considered a highly accomplished cultivator, but the issue of lifespan still lay across the path of the entire lineage.
Among their mid-level cultivators, no clansman capable of taking over the ancestor's position could be cultivated so quickly.
Judging solely by the lineage's development at present, they could still preserve their current standing.
Yet when viewed across the years to come, that standing seemed ready to crumble at any moment.
He was not the only one who wished to break open this deadlock; the other clansmen felt the same.
But now that a Variable Fate had emerged, things were different.
What mattered now was how the ancestor intended to proceed.
"Providence holds a hundred wondrous uses along the Human Path of cultivation, but in the end, it can do nothing about this old man's lifespan."
The ancestor's thoughts sank slightly.
With his schemes and shrewdness, how could he fail to sense that the Immortal Daoist