"So that was it. As the rain weakened, this layer of golden light was gradually weakening as well."
"Perhaps when the rain stopped would be the time for us to make contact with it."
"Since we're already here, there's no need to rush. After all, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."
This connection was extremely obvious.
Practically anyone with eyes could discern it.
All the sensations they had experienced from entering until now.
Some of the prodigies could not help but reveal a trace of puzzlement.
After all, judging from the many cave-abode inheritances they had explored—
This Dao arena felt like the first unfurling of an April spring breeze: gentle and tranquil, without the overt killing intent as biting as a harsh winter.
There was not even any tribulation aura.
After entering this Immortal Continent Dao arena, they had found every wisp of spiritual opportunity here incomparably pure, carrying an ancient, rustic, weighty aura.
Yet it was unstained by the turbid tribulation aura of the outside world.
From the moment they entered until now—
This rainfall did not seem to be a danger deliberately left behind by the Divine Lord.
Rather, it was a scene that should naturally occur amid the passage of time and the turning of all things.
It was only because this Dao arena had frozen within that stretch of time a million years ago.
While the Long River of Time outside had surged onward for countless ages.
Once the two stirred like ripples upon water—
After the moon in the water was dredged up, it would eventually come into contact with the moon of the present world.
Naturally, that aura of time could no longer be kept from spreading.
"The rain represents the natural turning of the four seasons. As the rain weakens,