The Divine Spirit Taoist Lord's question plunged the entire room into an eerie silence.
Expressions of regret, pity, or relief emerged on the faces of the present Daoist Venerables, but without exception, they all shared a sense of empathy.
Once upon a time.
When they learned of this unbreakable iron rule, they too had been as incredulous as the current Divine Spirit Taoist Lord.
They had even conspired, thinking it was a plot by the Immortal Venerates who did not want to share their authority.
But so many years had passed.
Some of them had reached the pinnacle of Daoist Venerable, yet the path to Immortal Venerate was cut off.
Thus, they could only waste away their days, waiting for an elusive opportunity.
The Great Dao numbers fifty, Heaven extends forty-nine, humans evade the one.
No matter what, there is no complete dead end, there is always a sliver of hope.
But this sliver of hope requires endless eons of waiting and exploration.
