The scenery before Li Ye changed completely.
The thick fog, so dense he couldn't see his hand in front of his face, was gone. He could see for thousands of miles: streams burbled, mountains rose steep and rugged, and streaks of auspicious light shimmered.
In the far distance, stars glittered, bright as the blazing sun.
To one side lay an ancient forest, quiet and deep.
"So this is what the End Road really looks like?"
Li Ye murmured under his breath.
He could now understand why the Order Guardian had hesitated when telling him about the End Road. Once he heard about it, anticipation had already begun to build in his heart.
He had started imagining things as soon as he entered.
In other words, the instant Li Ye first set foot here, he had already strayed into an illusion.
If he hadn't realized the truth quickly, he would have sunk deeper and deeper into it.
And every time that Hand of Calamity killed him, it grew several times stronger. If things continued like that, Li Ye would undoubtedly lose.
Once the Hand of Calamity killed him, even if his body was uninjured, his soul would still be damaged.
He would end up like those who had failed before him, dazed and muddle-headed, raving mad.
"Did those Dao Mists really not exist?"
Li Ye murmured, thinking they might have existed after all.
It was just that once he saw through them, they ceased to exist.
At the same time, this was the End Road's trial for those who came to temper themselves.
Everyone who made it here was an extraordinary genius. With Supreme Fortune right before them, who could claim not to have a trace of greed?
Only after reaching the utmost perfection in every aspect could one hope to