"What path exactly?" Shi Yongheng asked.
"They knew their cultivation had reached its limit in this life and that they could not break through. Yet, knowing they would fail, they still chose to go. Alas!" The man in white actually sighed.
"I know. They revered me as their master, so they wanted to fight a battle for my sake," the man in white said.
The man in white lightly waved his hand. The heavens collapsed, the earth split, ghosts wailed, and gods howled. The universe was torn apart, revealing a tranquil scene.
A dam stretched across the distance, existing since ancient times. Faintly, the sound of surging waves came from behind it.
The sky was dim, and thick mist filled the air.
That place was extremely mysterious; nothing could be seen clearly.
However, Shi Yongheng still saw it. On the dam lay a bloodstained figure emitting an immortal aura. It was a True Immortal who had fallen there.
As his gaze shifted, he saw that in the distance along the dam, corpses of Immortal-level beings also hung there, having died upon the dam.
Suddenly, he saw a living being within the scene.
Dressed in white, whiter than snow, untouched by dust and transcendent beyond the mundane world, he stood atop the dam. At last, he stepped forward and crossed it.
It was the Lord of the Forbidden Zone. Back then, he had ventured deep inside.
Boom!
Very soon, he heard violent sounds from behind the dam, like monstrous waves churning, or perhaps a great battle raging, before they gradually faded into the distance.
Day after day, year after year.
Fragments of time danced there. Looking at that scene, it was impossible to tell how long had passed—several months, or many years?
Until one day, a blood-colored hand gripped the dam.