Dragon Sleep City.
Although the battle in the Dragon Sleep Mountains was not particularly conspicuous, it still alerted quite a few people.
"Is that Ying'an?" A figure wreathed in white lightning raised his eyes, his gaze piercing space to look within.
He saw two figures, one pursuing the other, leave the Dragon Sleep Mountains and move ever farther from Dragon Sleep City.
"Heh, Fate. He's reached the end of his rope too." With a few quiet chuckles, he withdrew his gaze.
Back then, that opportunity involving "Fate" had affected a fairly wide circle, but ordinarily, cultivators would not trust it.
Apart from those who cultivated cause and effect, other cultivators were extremely cautious about "Fate."
The power "Fate" brought was a strange kind of power. None of the current seven Lords had attained their Dao through it; only the Yuan Lord had touched upon it somewhat.
And fate and cause and effect were particularly good at trapping people in webs of their own making. Those who did not specialize in this path would only explore it when they reached a dead end and sought a "miracle."
It was as illusory as ancient emperors seeking "immortality" when cultivation was not real.
The Thunderclap-wreathed figure sighed again.
"The years stretch on, and the path is long and fraught."
For cultivators who had reached the God Emperor stage, time seemed endless. They could withstand a Source World's Great Destruction, and even if their Source World truly perished, there were ways to escape, or even reincarnate in another Source World.
However, the toll that prolonged cultivation took on their resolve, patience, and the like was incomparably terrifying.
Even if they did not die an untimely death, going endless years without making the slightest progress also tormented a cultivator's state of mind.
Those who endured