A month had passed, yet no figure had emerged from the far side of the Divine Bridge.
Each time the Divine Bridge opened, the flow of time inside differed somewhat from that outside.
If what lay within had been some secret realm opened by the sect, then one month would have been far too short.
But the problem was that the place inside was the Dao Sect Treasury. Where the treasury stood, treasures blanketed the ground. All one had to do was pass a treasure's trial to claim it. It would not take much time, and if one failed, there was always the next one.
Though there had not been many such occasions, he recalled the figures who had entered hundreds and even three thousand years ago. They had all come out after only a few days.
Later, they had indeed grown to stand on the same level as the Chiefs. But alas...
Perhaps because it had recalled certain old memories, a trace of regretful sorrow surfaced in the depths of Thunder Dragon's enormous eyes.
What was too rigid was easily broken; prodigies falling on the Immortal Path were a common sight.
Had they endured until this day, however, the Profound Heaven Dao Sect might have reached even greater heights by now.
Countless thoughts churned within Thunder Dragon, yet it did not suppress or refine them. It was already a remnant soul barred from entering the Nether Sea, its Great Dao severed. If it deliberately controlled its thoughts again, it would eventually become like withered wood and stagnant water.
That would not do.
At the same time.
In the boundless void, the Divine Senses left behind by the Dao Sect Chiefs had felt nothing over the past month.
But once they carefully calculated the time, they realized that this was