The Divine Martial Otherworld was an exceedingly strange place. Cultivation and combat prowess were not necessarily decisive factors; what mattered more was the ethereal fortune of fate.
In previous openings of the Otherworld, powerhouses at the eighth-rank Extremity had fallen, while young prodigies who had yet to condense a domain had emerged alive.
Ying Qianqiu was perfectly aware of his current situation. If he could not rewrite his fate, his path in the Origin Era would soon reach its end. He would be unable to stir even the slightest ripple in this age, as if he had never existed.
He had come here to find the gateway to a realm beyond the Supreme, not to pass a hurried few hundred years only to die in obscurity.
According to Dao Venerable, if he died just like this and his soul entered the underworld, he would find no peace. His true spirit did not belong to this era; in the underworld, he might not even be eligible for reincarnation, and could only sink forever into the Nine Netherworlds.
The Immortal Kings and Immortal Venerables of the Immortal Ancient Era had lingered in the mortal realm for far too long, once throwing the balance of yin and yang into disarray, with yang flourishing and yin declining. The underworld and Yellow Springs had nearly become their private gardens, and the cycle of life and death had become a complete joke to such powerhouses.
For that very reason, after the collapse of the Immortal Ancient Era, the path of reincarnation leading to Yellow Springs had been sealed off entirely. No one could force their way into Yellow Springs and reverse life and death. Even peerless titans could only influence the reincarnation of mortals, not interfere with cultivators who had embarked on the path of cultivation.