Gazing at the name "Li Nandu" engraved upon the stone stele, Su Yi only withdrew his gaze after a long while.
The sky had grown late, and night had fallen.
But Su Yi did not delay. He decided to begin challenging the Qingya Twelve Floors at once.
Meng Xin Guan watched Su Yi's figure walk up the mountain path leading to Qingya Peak. After some thought, he turned and left.
Qingya Peak.
Upon the mountain path, Su Yi walked alone.
Yet scenes from his youth in his past life kept surfacing in his mind.
All because the experiences of his youth had been an indelible brand upon the past-life Wang Ye.
And Li Nandu had been Wang Ye's first guide upon the path of cultivation!
From the age of seven, Wang Ye had cultivated at Li Nandu's side. Through constant exposure, he had long learned that Li Nandu came from Qingya Academy and had once served as one of its elders.
Li Nandu had devoted his life to the ambition of "benefit the world." He had guarded the Sixth Heavenly Pass for sixty-four thousand years, suffering countless injuries, slaying countless enemies, and repeatedly teetering on the brink of death!
Yet Li Nandu had never retreated. Broad-minded and resolute by nature, he possessed great wisdom and grand aspirations. Through his words and deeds, he had profoundly shaped the temperament of the young Wang Ye.
Until the year Wang Ye turned twenty-seven, when he charged alone into the depths of the enemy camp, fought in blood for thirty days, weathered countless deadly perils, and returned laden with over a thousand bloody heads.
But what awaited him was devastating news.
The Sixth Heavenly Pass had fallen!
Li Nandu's head had been hung high upon the city wall.
His uncle, Wang Xuanting, had