These sect disciples were wreathed in flowing divine radiance and splendid colors, looking as though Immortal Practitioners had returned from treading the clouds and crossing the void, their innate immortal aura faint and boundless.
Yet these Spirit Plant disciples had spent so long in this place brimming with spiritual vitality that, though they too envied those immortal-like disciples above, they knew those were all great figures.
At least, to them.
What they discussed was not any particular disciple, but the countless rumors surrounding the Eight Wastelands.
"Finally over. So many people from the sect have gone to those Eight Wastelands over the years. Now it seems that a place this good truly brings no good things."
A knowledgeable, seasoned Spirit Plant disciple sighed and spoke.
He had once envied those disciples who ventured out in search of opportunities. But now, with everything nearly settled, they had heard much news about the Eight Wastelands.
Especially that bizarre and uncanny Fate Allotment—it sent chills down their spines.
Beside him, Hu Laozhang raised his aged face and said with a chuckle, "Stop thinking about it. If we went in, nothing good would come of it. But that may not be the case for them."
Hu Laozhang did not understand the specific schemes involved, nor did he grasp the mysteries of the Heavenly Mandate. Still, he knew that excess was as bad as deficiency, and when water filled to the brim, it overflowed. Though they had gained an additional, strange Cause and Effect Fate Allotment, their cultivation was solid and real.
Had they been outside, they might well have needed centuries, even a thousand years, before glimpsing the threshold of their next realm.
The price to pay was simply too great. The opportunities of the Eight Wastelands were not food placed directly into one's