Chu Yunshang's figure had already reached the entrance to the ancient road.
She did not look back, but her steps paused slightly—an exceedingly faint pause, less than a breath.
Then she continued forward, her figure sinking into the purple waterfall and vanishing from sight.
Still, there was no response at all.
But Chu Tianwang did not care.
He had said it. That was enough.
The purple waterfall at the entrance to the ancient road began to close faster.
There was not much time left for those still hesitating.
At that very moment, the starry sky split open.
It was not torn apart by an attack. It was forced open from within by a power surging up from the deepest reaches of the Myriad Realms Ruins.
What poured out of the rift was not light, not flame, not any known form of power—but a wheel.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation.
The wheel was so enormous it spanned tens of thousands of miles, its entire body condensed from gray-black Netherworld qi, its rim densely carved with reincarnation runes.
Those runes slowly revolved in the void, and with every turn came the howls of billions upon billions of souls—not in agony, but in release.
At the center of the wheel, six passages were clearly visible: the Heavenly Path, Human Path, Asura Path, Animal Path, Hungry Ghost Path, and Hell Path.
Souls moved through all six passages. Some soared upward, some sank downward, some struggled within the passages, shrieking, roaring, bellowing.
Above the wheel stood a figure with his hands clasped behind his back.
That person wore a black battle robe, his bald head gleaming, his features so bewitching they were almost wickedly charming.
Around him flowed the aura of the Emperor Venerable Realm—not the unsteady hollowness of someone who had just broken through,