Night was terrifyingly silent. At Mishui Riverbank, the Dragon Gate descended into the world. The three bodies of the Marquis of Knowing Fate were suppressed, their cultivation bound in layer upon layer of shackles.
After the heavenly tribulation, heaven and earth lay scarred and devastated. High above the nine heavens, the cold moon shone brightly, adding another measure of chill.
On the ground, the two unconscious bodies gradually awoke. Severely wounded by the tribulation, their bodies were cracked all over.
Beside the two bodies, lake water lapped against the shore. A cold wind swept past, stirring ripples across the surface.
Above the void, the white-robed body remained unconscious. One great tribulation had struck all three bodies alike. Suppressed by the Dragon Gate, they would be bound for all eternity.
"Cough, cough."
A violent fit of coughing rang out. Ning Chen staggered to his feet, gazing at the devastated surroundings as a trace of weariness flashed through his eyes.
At his side, the demonic body also rose. Its aura surged unsteadily, its cultivation showing signs of instability.
"We failed."
The weariness in Ning Chen's eyes deepened, and he felt utterly powerless.
The demonic body clenched its fists again and stared at him, saying coldly, "Your useless mercy has made our road even harder!"
The original body had failed to awaken in time, and the tribulation transcending had failed. Now all three bodies were suppressed by the Dragon Gate, their cultivation severely restrained. If they wished to transcend the tribulation again in the future, it would be harder than climbing to the heavens.
Not far away, Little Gourd, with half his body buried in the earth, listened to their conversation. He trembled all over, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Ning Chen turned his gaze toward him and sighed softly. "There is