Even when his spiritual consciousness reached out to explore the surroundings, what he sensed was emptiness alone.
Day after day, soaking in the lingering aura left by the Celestial Dharma Bearer, the bodies and divine souls of the thirty-three chosen immortals slowly began to transform.
In the darkness, the passage of years was unknown.
When they all finally emerged from their confinement, their demeanors, actions, and even their gazes had become strikingly similar.
...
At this moment, a flash of insight crossed Li Fan's spirit consciousness.
He finally remembered where the sense of familiarity with that middle-aged cultivator came from.
The chill in those eyes was nearly identical to that of the First Weaver!
"Just like these chosen immortals, although they are not the same person. However, due to some reason, they have shared experiences. Thus, they started to become similar..."
"No wonder I could never find another person with the same face."
