Compared to the others.
Even Profound Heaven's later generations of cultivation inheritors.
Though they had heard legends of the Dao-Seeking Hall before even entering the sect.
Most of the time, their attention had been fixed on the Profound Heaven Supreme Treasure, the Dao-Seeking Brush.
"If the scene before us truly exists, it is truly astonishing. If this truly is the Dao-Seeking Hall, perhaps we may even catch a glimpse of the road ahead."
Several peak masters, exceedingly senior in both age and cultivation, stroked their beards. Their expressions held both surprise and a trace of delight.
If it was real, then in this great age of contention already upon them, Profound Heaven might not be unable to rise another level.
Though the nine great immortal sects now stood together, an ancient saying went: in an age of great contention, one was like a boat sailing against the current—if one did not advance, one retreated.
"A boat sailing against the current—if one does not advance, one retreats..."
An old man spoke in a faint, distant voice.
As he gazed at that expanse of clear light, his eyes brimmed with the weathered air of one who had seen through the impermanence of worldly affairs.
When the waves came crashing in, who could say with certainty that their boat would never risk capsizing?
Even mighty experts did not dare claim that Heaven's will was without danger.
They had to make more preparations.
When the tide came battering against them, they could look farther into the distance because they stood high and saw far.
Yet they could not experience something different as that clear light unfurled before them did.
Especially now, with the clear light rolling along the edge of the clouds.
Though those layers of pale radiance looked gentle and crystalline.
They contained