His path, after all, was not an easy one.
But no matter how difficult the path was,
it was still better than having no path at all.
As long as there was a path,
one could keep moving forward.
As for whether there was an end ahead,
that question was not actually important.
Because sometimes,
as long as you walked farther than others, you had already placed yourself in an undefeated position.
Just like now.
Shi Yi felt as though he had touched an invisible, transparent barrier.
As long as he broke through that barrier, he would be able to see the real world beyond it.
The real world?
Above the Heavens?
Shi Yi found it difficult to describe the changes occurring in both his body and soul.
It was an ultimate transformation, one in which his entire being had completely transcended the river of time, space, and fate.
Standing above the river of time, space, and fate,
Shi Yi saw a strange scene.
A figure whose appearance could not be seen clearly wandered freely through the world, yet no one could notice His existence.
From beginning to end, He had always been alone. No one spoke to Him, and the lonely, frigid winter made Him feel incomparably cold.
It was not that He did not wish to interact with outsiders.
It was simply that He discovered He could not do so at all.
The moment anyone looked upon Him, terrifying distortions would occur.
Even hearing His voice would trigger inexplicable madness.
His existence
was itself a disaster.
No one in this world could bear the existence of His life.
Even though He had already restrained every bit of power within Himself.
There was no other way.
In the end, He could only find a secluded little courtyard in a