The next day arrived.
However, contrary to Goro's expectations, neither Situ nor the Nine Colored Deer made any attempt to enter the massive Great Dao formation.
The endless region of distorted space remained as dangerous and mysterious as ever.
Floating mountains drifted through the heavens.
Rivers flowed backward.
Great Dao laws intertwined and separated endlessly.
Every moment brought new changes.
Standing before such a formation, even the most powerful Great Dao Empyrean would feel insignificant.
Goro scratched his head in confusion.
"We're not entering?"
Situ sat cross-legged atop a giant boulder overlooking the formation.
His expression remained calm.
"No."
Goro blinked.
"No?"
The Nine Colored Deer nodded.
"Not yet."
"But didn't we finally discover how the formation works?"
Situ smiled.
"Understanding one part doesn't mean understanding everything."
"We know the path changes."
"We know we must move together with those changes."
