A Battle Robe Man came to Ye Yu's side and said in a low voice, "Senior, heaven never seals off every road. We have not yet reached the end of the mountain and the river. You must not lose heart."
The Battle Robe Man was tall and broad-shouldered, with rough, rugged features.
He was Wei Daoyuan, the Old Ancestor of the Wei Clan of YanFu Great Mountain.
Only he understood best why Ye Yu was so heartbroken.
More than three hundred years ago, he had worked with Ye Yu to set up a scheme in a forbidden area deep within YanFu Great Mountain, having a cultivator from the Thousand-Faced Ghost Monkey Clan impersonate him.
They had also left behind a Spirit Communication Jade Set.
Not long ago, Ye Yu sensed signs that the Spirit Communication Jade Set had been activated and immediately deduced that the Xuan Jun Sword Master had returned!
At the time, even Wei Daoyuan had been incomparably thrilled and filled with anticipation.
Yet who could have imagined that the upheaval in the Nether Capital would completely cut off their path back to the outside world?
"Heaven never seals off every road?"
Ye Yu murmured softly, "Little Wei, do you think we still have any hope of surviving?"
Her eyes gazed into the distance.
The spatial rift stretching beneath the firmament was known as the "World Boundary Rift."
It was like a defensive line, blocking the terrifying fiends in that dark world far beyond.
But now, even the World Boundary Rift was on the verge of collapse.
Once this line of defense crumbled, the dozen or so Emperors they had left would be left with nowhere to retreat. They could only fight those terrifying fiends to the death.
"I do not know whether there is hope, but until