The bridge was dark greenish-black. Though clearly made of wood, it felt warm and cool to the touch, like ancient jade. When Zhang Tie took his first step, immortal power instinctively circulated through his body, and the golden hourglass between his brows glimmered with faint golden light.
This place was far from simple.
The bridge was nine feet wide, its length impossible to discern as it vanished into the depths of gray mist. Countless figures drifted within the fog. Some were nearly transparent, while others were as solid as the living. All moved slowly in a strange rhythm, as though drawn along by invisible threads.
Zhang Tie focused his senses, spreading his divine sense like a fine net, only for it to silently dissolve three feet from the bridge surface. It was not being blocked—it was being "forgotten." This bridge devoured every thought that tried to probe it, even making the thought itself vanish from memory.
"The power of the Laws of Forgetfulness..." he understood inwardly.
The Nether Emperor's methods were truly extraordinary. The bridge's laws had nearly reached the level of the Heavenly Dao. Even Golden Immortals had to obey its rules: they could not leave the ground, could not turn back, and could not touch those "shadows of the past."
He walked forward with steady steps. His body had long transcended the life and death of mortals, yet with every step he took, he felt a faint pull beneath his feet, as though it wanted to strip the imprint of his existence from the river of time.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang."
A gentle, familiar voice came from his left.
Zhang Tie did not stop walking, nor did he even glance sideways.
Expressionless, Zhang Tie continued onward. He knew it was merely an illusion formed from fragments of his memories