The bronze gate was heavy under the hand. Even with Meng Qi's current strength, he could still feel an obvious drag, as though another Great Divine Ability User were supporting it from behind.
Creak, creak, creak. The rust-green, weathered gate slowly opened. Meng Qi's heart was calm as still water, his mind like a polished mirror, reflecting the reactions of each Great Divine Ability User behind him as he sought to find the slightest clue and glimpse what had happened back then.
Silent, peaceful, like an ancient well or a deep pool... Chijingzi, Yuding Zhenren, Lady Sanxiao, Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha, and the others could all be described with such words. Not the slightest clue could be seen.
They really are all old monsters who have lived for myriad ages... Meng Qi thought to himself. The scene beyond the gate had already appeared before him: a stretch of empty darkness, without mist, without rosy clouds, without palaces or towers, without any distinction between heaven and earth. It naturally brought to mind such notions as "the void," "the Dao," and "return."
It seemed that the battle between the Other Shore powerhouses back then had all but destroyed the uppermost layer of the Nine Heavens. What remained was scattered and broken—some had descended into Jade Void Mountain along with the falling Heavenly Court, while some had scattered throughout this boundless, endless darkness and emptiness.
The instant he stepped into that boundless empty darkness, Meng Qi felt his true body and Dao Body beginning to disintegrate, as though they were about to return to Xu He and nothingness, like he had fallen into chaos that melted all things.
A dim, shadowy celebratory cloud immediately surged from above his head. It seemed to encompass all things, like the beginning of beginnings, yet also seemed