Above the dam.
Li Fan had already gone beyond the dam, and his figure was nowhere to be seen.
No one knew what lay ahead of him, or what he would face.
Above the dam, the Silent One, who had waited there for countless ages, had passed away, his bones buried with his beloved at the edge of the years.
Shamanic Dance drank wine, enjoying the service of the Thunder Emperor and Water Emperor, sighing with emotion.
"Master..."
Ao Wushuang murmured. His emotions had settled considerably, but that deep guilt and self-reproach still refused to fade.
The Silent One had done far too much for him.
Yet by the time he understood it all, the Silent One had already passed away.
"Beyond the dam..."
He clenched his fists, gnashing his teeth as he said:
"I will cut it down!"
All the suffering of living beings, all the sins borne by the Silent One... had originated beyond the dam.
"What? Thinking of going to your death? Planning to leave the little monkey a widow?"
Shamanic Dance spoke up:
"Your cultivation is now slightly stronger than the Silent One's, but once you pass the dam, you'll still be nothing more than a tiny moth."
In this life, Ao Wushuang had received the aid of Small Mountain Village. Under Shamanic Dance's guidance, he had comprehended and integrated the myriad Daos, achieving the realm of the Silent One upon that foundation. Moreover, he held the Nine Heavens Forbidden Pagoda left behind by Li Fan.
His strength had already surpassed that of the Silent One in his prime.
"Could it be... that I can't do anything at all?"
Ao Wushuang was somewhat vexed.
Shamanic Dance merely laughed.
"Who said you can't do anything?"
"Do what you're best at..."
Ao Wushuang was puzzled. "What I'm best