Yet the one thing these cultivators could not determine was how long this rain would last.
Cultivators whose Dharma Power had reached such a level feared nothing, but with their Dao Hearts and minds constantly drawn tight, this was also an extreme test of a cultivator's experience.
"This rain is truly not right."
"Normally, if there were killing intent, it should have appeared the moment we entered. But if there isn't, then as a trial, could this rain really be the trial itself?"
Among the group of three, Chen Xiaodi's face was full of confusion.
After all, they had encountered perilous situations where time drained away one's lifespan before.
Judging from their past experiences, this rain, wind, and snow could be called incomparably mild.
From the way this Daoist Dojo's Divine Lord conducted himself, he seemed to be an exceptionally gentle cultivation expert.
Yet for no apparent reason, they felt that something in the unseen was making their hair stand on end.
"Gentle and kind—using such words alone to judge a Divine Lord is far too one-sided. A cultivator of the Dao must possess the myriad faces of living beings and the marks of lifespan. But upon reaching the realm of Divine Lord, all worldly selves become formless; all selves are only the Dao."
"Is this layer's trial a Dao Inheritance, or something else?"
They could not figure it out.
After many of those present saw clearly that the danger brought by the rain could be avoided, they instead became even more puzzled, unable to understand it no matter how they pondered.
Lu Qing did not touch the rainwater.
He had already returned to the storied ship. A guest elder had a guest elder's place for cultivation as well.
In accordance with each guest elder cultivator's preferences, some liked Cultivation