Wang Wu silently walked across what truly seemed to be a bridge ahead.
Mist drifted past from time to time, yet it never obscured his direction. Then it drew near—nearer still. He could clearly sense the illumination of the Yin-Yang Two Energies. Over there, gongs and drums thundered, and the atmosphere was bursting with life. He was like a vegetative patient trapped within his own world, successfully awakening beneath the calls of family and friends.
The moment he took that step, the bridge vanished. The Seven-Colored Aura vanished. All that remained was a quiet Ascension Platform, with nine streams of Yin-Yang Two Energies shining down in lonely silence.
There was unexpectedly no one around, nor had any Great Luo appeared. Yet Wang Wu could feel it: he was like an astronaut returning to Earth from another planet, feared to have brought back some parasite.
He needed to be quarantined and irradiated, to guard against contamination in any form.
No one came to speak with him.
It seemed everyone's feelings were complicated. Twenty-four had departed, yet only one had returned.
Even if those people were not dead, with the Seven-Colored Aura passage destroyed, they would never be able to return—including those who had failed to make it back two thousand years ago. They had lost their chance as well.
He might very well be treated as a sinner!
Wang Wu thought helplessly, though it did seem to be the case.
The expedition squad had always been cautious beyond caution, operating only along the fringes. They did not dare attract even a Chi Clan Immortal Lord, much less the Chi Clan Supreme Heavenly Emperor. Yet he had stirred up far too much trouble.
And now, with a Chi Clan Supreme Heavenly Emperor comparable to a Great Luo guarding the other side, whoever