"Hehe! Master has a heart of great mercy and compassion. With Master guarding the mortal world, it is truly a blessing for all living beings. Why not simply stay, Master?" Yue Qianchou flattered him with a grin.
Bi Changchun remained unmoved by his praise. Expressionless, he stared at the lifelike cliff wall of boat marrow carved from Nether Iron and slowly said, "No one can protect the mortal world for a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations. The turning of the Heavenly Dao has its own reason. If Heaven had feelings, Heaven too would grow old; the Righteous Path of the mortal world is but vicissitudes. What one is destined to experience can never be avoided. I should have left long ago."
Yue Qianchou tried to persuade him again, but it was still useless, so he simply fell silent. He knew that since the old fellow had already arrived at the Netherworld Gate, no amount of persuasion would help. He could only follow behind Bi Changchun dejectedly, accompanying him as he inspected this underground space so different from the mortal world.
Within the vast space, where the light flickered between bright and dim, master and disciple slowly wandered before the towering Netherworld Gate. Even someone with cultivation as profound as Bi Changchun seemed incomparably tiny when standing before it. Beyond this single gate lay the divide between the mortal world and the Netherworld. Even Bi Changchun, standing before it with his hands clasped behind his back, felt his heart rising and falling with restless tides.
Bi Changchun's gaze lingered on the faces of men, women, old, and young upon the gate, faces that depicted every aspect of life. He examined them carefully, again and again, his eyes flickering uncertainly. At last, he slowly closed his eyes, his brows faintly furrowed,