After countless years, they finally received a response, yet it was only a sigh. They couldn't even comprehend the true meaning of it before it was ready to vanish. What was this supposed to mean?
It made them even more hopeless.
Clearly, there was already a glimmer of possibility.
Although their lifespans were infinite, the time had been too long. Even choosing to remain dormant brought a sense of loneliness, a pain of seeing no path ahead, sensing the slow flow of the ages.
It was like a mortal dreaming till dawn, only to find it's forever night.
A full sleep brings no sense of time passing.
But waking to eternal night, to perpetual darkness, one can truly feel the slow pace of time's passage.
Now, there was finally a glimmer of hope, yet it was about to shatter again.
At the peak of despair among the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors, a sudden change occurred, as the dark stone wall underwent transformation once more.
