"What kind of person was it, to seize such fortune so quickly?"
"Alas, I only came along for the ride this time."
"Alas."
The figures did not speak. This place remained steeped in silence.
Yet as their gazes met, they understood the meaning in one another's eyes.
If one was not within the scope of one's own Great Dao here, communicating with others was incomparably difficult. It meant first having to withstand the omnipresent aura of time.
A quarter of an hour later, the figures here finally began to give up and prepared to leave one after another.
After the time it took to burn an incense stick, the figures on the long river had all dispersed, and it returned to its usual mute silence.
This disturbance was not particularly great. At the very least, it had not swept across every corner of the Nine Heavens.
That was because not every cultivator was qualified to know of the Long River of Time, nor could every cultivator perceive the Wind and Clouds upheavals on a higher plane.
Yet to certain true Dao lineage powers, this matter was no secret.
Dharma-Free Immortal Gate.
A young man wearing a jade-white high crown stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. Where he stood, the Three Thousand Dao Peaks soared into the clouds, while gusts of thunder and wind swept down from the heavens.
These Three Thousand Dao Peaks were a place for prodigies to enter seclusion and temper themselves.
Every Dao Peak bore the imprint of a Great Dao!
The Dao Peak beneath this jade-white-crowned youth's feet was called Time Dao Peak!
"Someone actually got there before me?"
He pinched his fingers, seeking to calculate, but could calculate nothing. Still, he was not disappointed. If the other party was a