The collapse behind him closed in rapidly, its aura of destruction almost upon him. The path beneath his feet kept shattering, the void kept caving in, and the crushing pressure of death enveloped him layer by layer, pursuing him at every step.
He no longer hesitated, watched, or weighed his options.
He moved, stepping forward with steady strides, straight toward the unknown path on the left, dark and deep beneath its shroud of mist.
The seemingly bright, open road ahead might conceal a deadly trap; the seemingly dark, perilous side path might hold a chance of life upon the Great Dao.
What to keep or relinquish lay in his heart, the choice was his own, and the Great Dao lay within him. He would have neither remorse nor regret.
Having chosen his path, he neither looked back nor lingered. His steps abruptly quickened as he raced along the suspended passage, which continued to crumble and shatter, pressing upstream against the tide.
The roaring fractures, collapsing void, and thunderous destruction behind him pursued relentlessly, closing in step by step, as though endless darkness and hopelessness were racing madly at his back, devouring everything.
Lin Feng's gaze was resolute, his posture straight. Ignoring the desperate peril behind him and the unknown ahead, he pressed forward with a single purpose, unstoppable.
After a brief, headlong run, a ray of warm, gentle, steady white light finally emerged from the far end of the dark mist ahead.
That light was clear and soothing, constant and unchanging. It hovered quietly at the end of the darkness, like a gate to passage that had stood open for countless ages, awaiting one destined to arrive—secure, steadfast, and full of life.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng stepped forward and leaped inside, immersing himself completely in that warm white light.
Hum—