The great doors slowly opened.
Pure white rosy light flooded the space within.
Tu Shan Jun standing before the steps was no longer the man he had once been.
His Undying Eye easily pierced through the light.
Inside was still the same radiant scene as before: azure skies and lush green grass. Gentle light draped everything in a sacred veil, as if he had stepped into an immortal realm.
"Wait outside for me," Tu Shan Jun instructed Ang Wu.
"Alright."
Ang Wu nodded without a word.
Tu Shan Jun had Ang Wu wait outside because he wanted to separate the Soul Banner from the Main Soul.
If this was a trap laid by Daoist Lord Yama, then even if his body died here, he could still use the soul banner to reshape himself.
He stepped through the doors.
It was as though time had frozen, and the collapse of that year had been nothing more than a dream of yellow millet.
Tap.
Tu Shan Jun's black-and-red cloud boots landed on the ground as he slowly approached, twin horns rising from his head.
There was still that flourishing crooked tree, and still those three completely withered, extinguished prayer cushions. He still remembered that a female cultivator had once sat here, along with another fresh green cushion.
Tu Shan Jun raised a finger and touched his forehead.
A blood-jade gourd spun in circles at the center of his palm.
The gourd had originally been a personal possession of the ancestor of the Spirit Demon Sect. Later, that person had given it to Tu Shan Jun rather than let Forty-Nine take it away.
Forty-Nine knew he could gain no advantage in this game. He left behind his techniques and went to the Yuanyang Region, changing his name to Dun Yi in hopes of