This tribulation had come with such terrifying force.
It was too brief, too hurried, too utterly unforeseen.
No matter how they looked at it, they simply could not believe that less than a hundred years remained.
It was so brief that it felt as though it would pass in the instant one closed and opened one's eyes.
"Great tribulation—another great tribulation is descending."
"Could it be because its root lies in the ancient Dao?"
"For the Immortal Path to be altered this time, one could perhaps understand why the Exalted True Immortals acted as they did. Their intentions were painstaking indeed."
That heavenly curtain hung high before the river of the Great Dao.
The cultivators who saw it all had an extra trace of gravity on their faces.
"If that is the case, less than a hundred years is far too soon."
"Yes, far too soon."
Some cultivators had never imagined this. They had previously believed it would be at least a thousand or ten thousand years away. Perhaps by then, their lifespans would have already run dry, and they would no longer remain in this mortal world.
Yet they had never expected that they, too, were among those within the tribulation, with no way to escape it.
"Lifespan... ah, a mere hundred years. This old man had thought he would not live to see a thousand years from now, and that the tribulation would have nothing to do with me. Now it seems this new Immortal Path must be cultivated as well."
An elderly cultivator sighed inwardly. He had originally had no intention of cultivating the new path.
After all, changing one's cultivation method—how many years did he have left to live?
When he was young, he had not taken the initiative to temper his foundations in cultivation. Then,