Demon Emperor Dijun did not agree with that view.
He still believed Stone Spirit and the others would bring hope.
"Teacher, Dao Ancestor, didn't Stone Spirit and the others venture deep into the Primordial World precisely to seek a sliver of hope?"
"Perhaps they're hurrying back with hope even now. We can't give up!"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun shook his head.
"There's no hope left. So much time has passed since Stone Spirit, Houtu, and the others ventured into the darkness. How could there still be hope?"
"Over ten thousand years! Not a few thousand, or a few hundred."
Everyone present fell silent.
Flame Emperor Shennong felt somewhat dazed.
Without their even realizing it, they had held this defense line for over ten thousand years.
What did ten thousand years mean? It was enough for an ordinary lifeform to cultivate all the way to immortality.
After so long, they had probably lost their way long ago.
"Perhaps they simply can't find their way home."
"Perhaps we should find a way to guide them, to help them find the road home."
Suddenly, Demon Emperor Dijun turned to Hongjun.
"Teacher, Dao Ancestor, Houtu and the others have their true spirits within the Great Dao. They've already merged with it, so in theory, they are immortal and indestructible."
"And they haven't chosen to kill themselves to return. Doesn't that mean they've found something extremely useful, something ideally suited to the Primordial World? They're unwilling to abandon it and can only explore slowly."
"If we could send origin source fluctuations into the darkness, couldn't we transmit useful information to them?"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked distracted. He did not care what the other man was thinking. What troubled him now was his inability to persuade anyone.
These people were like a pack of fools, insisting on