[In the 27,167,535th year, you brought Zhu Rong to the outskirts of the Dao Source Sacred Site. Upon arriving, you could clearly sense that Zhu Rong's emotional fluctuations had grown more intense, as though painful memories were tormenting him every moment.]
[Though his heart ached, Zhu Rong did not show it. Under your gaze, he still appeared fairly calm, like someone with nothing wrong, as he patiently explained everything to you in detail. He told you how the Dao Source Sacred Site had opened its first outer wall of rules, how he, Xiao, and another gray-robed person had obtained a Dao Creation Treasure and entered the great treasure-hunting era... until Zhu Rong pointed out the location of the Fate Gate guided by Xunyoudu...]
[Following the direction Zhu Rong indicated, you treated it with exceptional importance, staring there for a long time even at the cost of overloading yourself. Yet apart from waves of dense, violent life force, there were only several severed limbs scattered lonely about, exactly matching the information Zhu Rong had given you. They had been left behind by him, other Great Witches, and even Ancestor Witches while dealing with those tough, probable vines and several green-robed figures whose origins could not be discerned.]
[The green-robed figures seemed to have prepared in advance. Their coordination was seamless, and none of them were weak. Those unable to break out of their grasp at once had all died near the Fate Gate...]
[You suddenly recalled the truth Houtu had once had Mirror tell you. In Mirror's account, there had been someone whose aura and appearance closely resembled yours. This gave you an insight, and you began investigating in that direction... After a long while, you and Zhu Rong probed ever closer to the Dao Source Sacred Site. Only when you