"That old bastard is acting weird."
Jiang Qiao turned his head and said calmly.
"Hm?"
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't you already kill him? Could it be that he isn't dead?"
Mo Qingying asked in confusion.
"He's dead."
"Dead as a doornail."
Jiang Qiao spoke, without giving much explanation, and changed the subject: "When I killed him just now, I found an iron chain bridge. I don't know if it's the bridge leading to Outer Heaven that you mentioned."
As he spoke.
He pointed to the distant cliff.
Beneath that cliff, there seemed to be a foot-wide path.
The path extended downward.
At the very end.
Two suspended iron chains could be faintly seen, with broken wooden boards intermittently laid between them. They weren't even, present in some places and absent in others, leaving behind gaps one after another.
"That's right."
"This should be it."
The two approached the location, and after careful observation, Mo Qingying confirmed that this was the iron chain bridge recorded in the Grand Ancestor's notes back then.
"When the Grand Ancestor first came here, he didn't set foot on this bridge."
"But he made a record of it."
She explained:
"At the head of this iron chain bridge, there are some marks left by axes and blades, as if someone once wanted to chop this bridge apart."
"Grand Ancestor Grandpa even counted the marks back then."
"Forty-nine in total."
As they spoke.
The two had already descended via the foot-wide mountain path to a spot more than five hundred meters below the cliff.
There was a small, recessed excavated platform here.
Two iron chains hung alone across the void, stretching all the way into the distance without knowing where they led. And on those iron chains, there were indeed forty-nine hacking marks.
These marks were not deep