Synergized

That was right, they hated the Stele, resented it for looking down on them. From their vantage point, it was sneering at them from a distance, telling them that they simply weren't worthy of being on their level.

However, the geniuses who crossed the mark Dyon stood at now weren't like this. Many of them were calm, with a single ripple. The few that did hold expressions in death either seemed to be sighing or even had a hint of reverence hidden within their visage.

This was a dividing line of geniuses.

Those who could only resent and hate others for their own failures weren't worthy of travelling so far. And, those who could make it this far were those with firm dao hearts who were accepting of their failures.