Sure enough, in the very next instant, almost every cultivator understood that feeling of a great tribulation approaching.
"The Supreme Tribulation Crossing Method."
"Cultivation on the Immortal Path differs from the Primordial Immortal Path as well. Could that difference lie in the word 'enlightenment'?"
"The supreme method. If we are to cross the tribulation yet do not choose the supreme method, how could we call ourselves cultivators of the Dao?"
"The lesser and middling methods are methods of seclusion. But when the Heaven-Earth Tribulation arrives, those who follow such paths are no more than mayflies aboard a boat, their hearts tossed with the sea, their bodies beyond their own control. Thus, we will not elaborate on them here."
Another figure's voice rang out.
It was vast and boundless, as though the speaker stood within an endless, fathomless void, leaving no way to discern where his true body was.
Even though he stood before the assembled cultivators at that very moment, they still could not discern it.
But once those words about the middling and lowest methods were spoken,
some cultivators from other sects who knew the guiding principles of Beyondworld Mountain's Daoist Lineage immediately cast thoughtful glances toward its gathering.
The old Daoist from Beyondworld Mountain sat there, utterly composed, though a trace of gratitude appeared on his face.
He seemed to have received guidance for which he was deeply grateful.
As for any other thoughts or feelings, how could an old monster of a cultivator like him reveal them so easily?
The others glanced at him and scoffed inwardly.
Soon, however, they too grew solemn.
"Beyondworld Mountain's seclusion and ferryboat paths are said to rely on the Nine Winds of Soaring to escape the sullied mortal world, but there is still no trace of the boat they have