Ning Xiaochuan looked up and saw several towering mountains in the distance. The mountains were thick with lush, verdant forests, brimming with life. At their feet lay grasslands—vast stretches of emerald-green plains that spread from the mountains all the way beneath Ning Xiaochuan's feet, then continued into the distance.
Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong had now fallen into just such a great grassland.
"Ning Xiaochuan, where is this? Are we on Immortal Bridge?" Yue Mingsong's voice came from behind him.
He was, after all, a god. Being knocked unconscious by the fall had only been temporary, and he immediately regained consciousness.
As soon as he climbed up from the ground, Yue Mingsong felt the powerful gravity here. It was as though an incomparably massive mountain were pressing down on his back, making his legs tremble and even walking difficult.
"Damn, what terrifying gravity!" Yue Mingsong cried out.
Ning Xiaochuan said, "This should be Immortal Bridge. Look at the ground. We fell with such force just now, yet we didn't even leave a pit in it. Only the legendary Immortal Bridge could possess ground this solid."
Immortal Bridge was the sole path from the Sea of Bitterness to the other shore, as well as the final trial for cultivators seeking to reach the other shore.
Since it was a trial, Immortal Bridge naturally could not be crossed so easily.
It was said that even peerless experts, once they stepped onto Immortal Bridge, had to become mortals and temper themselves upon it—laboring their sinews and bones, starving their flesh and skin, enduring every hardship—before they could finally reach the other shore.
Ning Xiaochuan had originally thought such rumors were not to be trusted, but now that he had set foot on Immortal Bridge, he knew they were no empty words.
This place