Azure-green lotus leaves soared upward, like enormous parasols thrusting toward the vault of heaven.
Qin Suqing led Su Yi and the others toward the River of Destiny.
Though the River of Destiny seemed close at hand, their group crossed the skies for a full half hour before finally reaching it.
Looking down at the endless torrent of destiny beneath his feet, Su Yi felt like a mayfly entrusted to heaven and earth, a single grain of millet in the vast sea.
Compared to the River of Destiny, even those who had attained the Eternal realm still seemed far too insignificant.
Like a grain of sand facing an endless sea of stars.
Where did the River of Destiny originate?
And where did it ultimately flow?
No one knew.
Throughout the long years of ancient and modern times, the only thing cultivators on the Eternal Pathways could be certain of was that the River of Destiny had an other shore!
"From here, it will take less than half a day to reach Green Peak Ferry Crossing."
Qin Suqing spoke softly.
She knew Su Yi did not understand much about the River of Destiny, so along the way, before Su Yi could even ask, she took the initiative to explain.
She completely treated Su Yi as one of her own.
Pu Xuan took it all in, and a faintly strange look appeared in his eyes.
That fellow Daoist Su Xuanjun was absolutely no ordinary person!
Yet it was obvious that both Qin Suqing and Luan Yunzhong regarded Su Xuanjun as a "newcomer" from the lower worlds and took exceptionally good care of him.
Pu Xuan found it both laughable and tearful, but said nothing.
He could tell that Su Yi was deliberately concealing many things.
For example, the miraculous means by which he