If the Trial of Chongshan was a dream, then for Brando, that dream was gradually collapsing.
After the spatial rift he and White had seen swept across the sky, the entire trial had become unstable. Large blank regions appeared in space, while shattered ice and rocks let out terrifying howls as they rolled into those cracks. The glaciers soon split apart, and avalanches a hundred times more spectacular than any Brando had experienced before came surging in, as if they meant to crush this world completely.
In this collapsing world, there was no longer any passage that could be called a "road" for him to continue forward on. If he had still been in his previous condition, he would probably have died without a burial place by now. But the truth was that he was in a much better state than before.
White's words had helped him enormously. Now that he knew this was a mental world, no matter how terrifying a scene unfolded before him, Brando only needed to keep his Willpower firm and unwavering. Then, naturally, none of it could harm him.
He moved forward step by step, as if he were forcing a path through the frenzied scene. At this moment, even White Mist, who was attached to his mental world, no longer dared to make sarcastic remarks. She had been frightened. Although she understood the nature of this world better than he did, she did not possess Brando's absurd Willpower Attributes. Even knowing the truth, she could not help being affected by everything before her.
All she could do was wait tensely for the result: whether Brando would conquer this trial, or perish here with her.
But at that moment, Brando saw a wondrous sight.
Within this collapsing world, a broad avenue had somehow appeared. It