Outside, Shang Wunian remained motionless, his gaze lowered toward the depths of the chasm.
In his eyes, it was not some ordinary subterranean space.
"A single wisp of Divine Thought descending is enough to create such a strange phenomenon."
"In the opinions of you fellow Daoists, what kind of status would this tribe have held back in their era?"
Several elders of the Jin Yu lineage were also looking at the bizarre and surreal space within the chasm.
Within the patchwork of scenes, the figures of the disciples appeared distorted and uncanny.
"Don't be too impressed by what we see. Back in ancient times, this tribe might not have been anything particularly special."
"They probably didn't know the secrets of achieving immortality. Even if they knew a few scraps, we likely wouldn't be able to uncover them now..."
"Heh heh!" an old man said, looking toward Shang Wunian.
