At that moment, everyone remained lost in thought, unable to awaken from the scenes they had witnessed.
That shock, that sorrow, a hero's desolate end and a beauty's ill-fated life-even across countless ages, reflected in the present, they remained harrowing to behold.
"Wake up!" Lin Fan shouted from beside them.
In an instant, the others jolted awake, their minds blank. Then they hurriedly circulated their bone text to steady their minds.
"That was close. We nearly sank into the projections recorded by the stone coffin." Yue Chan lightly patted her chest, still shaken.
"But... it really was so moving. Even someone as powerful as the Tribulation-Defying Supreme faced a day when he would fall. In the end, he couldn't spend a lifetime with the woman he loved."
Su Rou wiped away her tears, her eyes red. Clearly, she had yet to fully recover and remained immersed in those scenes.
"Does our cultivation really mean anything? Even taboo existences can't escape regrets or the anguish of separation in life and death."
Some began to question themselves, their Dao hearts wavering as they sank into confusion.
This was dangerous. Once their faith in cultivation collapsed, they might never advance again, or even suffer cultivation deviation.
Yet there was no helping it. Those scenes had been too overwhelming, delivering a tremendous shock to these "beginners," whose cultivation was still far from profound.
Putting themselves in his shoes, they knew they could never compare to the Tribulation-Defying Supreme. Some would never reach such heights even if they devoted their entire lives to it, and so self-doubt arose.
"Of course it means something!"
Lin Fan spoke then, his voice ringing clearly in everyone's ears and drawing the attention of his senior brothers and sisters.
"We cultivate to become stronger, to keep fewer things from ending