Before Ghost Gate Pass in the Underworld Netherworld, after endless ages, the first visitor finally arrived. Ning Chen stopped and looked ahead, his heart surging in violent waves.
The familiar sight was exactly as it had been in his memories. Long-buried recollections flooded forth like a tide at that moment, crashing against the mind of the one who knew fate.
During those days when he had been at his most destitute and anguished, that graceful figure in red had always silently remained by his side. Love was hard to unravel, and kindness impossible to forget.
His trembling hand pressed against the stone gate. Even with a heart forged of steel, he could no longer remain calm at this moment.
A rumbling tremor rose. History buried for tens of thousands of years reappeared in the world. Beyond Ghost Gate Pass, an enormous space emerged. Before his eyes stood the familiar altar, save that the demon blade and divine sword once sealed there were nowhere to be seen.
"Why?"
Though his schemes were unmatched, though he bore the Crown of Civil and Military, faced with these inexplicable scenes, Ning Chen's eyes could no longer remain clear. Confusion, doubt, shock—every tangled emotion wound around his gaze and his heart.
Step by step, Ning Chen walked forward and looked at the altar ahead. The marks left by blade and sword were still faintly visible upon it. Clearly, countless ages ago, this had indeed been a place where weapons were displayed.
"Ning Chen."
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded behind him. It was so familiar, familiar enough to be carved into his bones and never forgotten even in death.
Ning Chen's body shuddered violently. He turned around in disbelief, and there stood a woman in a crimson bridal gown. The red veil over her head had