That roar pierced through eardrums and struck straight at the soul.
The Naihe Bridge had shattered, yet he saw a sudden gleam appear between heaven and earth, accompanied by the thunderous sound of bronze grinding together.
Li Dalong finally regained some consciousness.
But at this very moment, not a trace of strength remained in his body.
The breaking of the Naihe Bridge had severed one of the paths the Underworld had bestowed upon him.
He fell from the Naihe Bridge and plunged into the Nether River.
For the first time, Li Dalong realized just how icy the Nether River was.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Broken stones from the Naihe Bridge sank with him toward the depths of the Nether River. He had never imagined that one day, he would drown in his own Nether River.
Yet his fading consciousness was continually reignited by that glimmer above the Nether River.
Through the blood-red waters of the Nether River, he finally discovered where the sound had come from.
At some unknown point, the Death-Stilling Heavenly Coffin, which had become his bonded spiritual treasure, had broken into this world and opened its final layer. And so, someone who had long since forged an inseparable bond with him in the river of Years appeared—
Shen Wu.
That extraordinary man who had once created zombies and corpse-driving arts all by himself, who had dared to make an enemy of the whole world.
So the method left behind in the Death-Stilling Heavenly Coffin's final layer was Shen Wu.
High in the sky, he stretched out one hand and blocked all the divine abilities of the 'people above heaven.'
"Get up. Climb up."
He said it so lightly. Far too lightly.
Li Dalong's consciousness weakened once more.
He saw it—the people above heaven had broken more than just