A Dream Spanning Ten Thousand Miles, a Sword Slaying Tai Sui

It turned out that after taking this step, he wasn't facing despair, and he wasn't alone.

Standing in the faint darkness, Hu Ma could no longer see the human world behind him, nor Tai Sui ahead. That was because he had left the human world, yet was still too far away from Tai Sui.

But those lamps, those familiar and unfamiliar smiling faces, those hands reaching out toward him—together, they filled Hu Ma's heart with an inexplicable feeling, and softened it all at once.

That was right. He didn't want to become an immortal living among mortals. He only wanted to be someone who could give people hope...

How could a road like that possibly be lonely?

Immortals were the ones who were isolated and alone. The path he had chosen would not be like that...

His heart had settled completely. He strode forward, even though this was a road no one had ever imagined.

Holding the authority of the Eight Scenic Realms and becoming the "God of Heaven," the highest realm in the teachings of the Great Luo Dharma Sect, was already the highest path in this world. But Hu Ma used the step that would take him to that highest realm to stride toward Tai Sui.

It was possible that this step might fail to reach Tai Sui, leaving him to fall into eternal solitude. But the Reincarnators' arrival had helped him bridge that distance.

They had all come!

They knew he was going to take this step, so they had all come.

They had come to accompany him through this final stretch.

The Reincarnators couldn't leave the human world through their own cultivation and charge toward Tai Sui as he had. But they each possessed an innate extraordinariness of their own.

After crossing the bridge, they had