After marching through the mountains for about four days, the main force arrived before an enormous rift. The distance between its two sides was no less than two hundred meters, while its depth seemed utterly immeasurable.
This rift had nearly severed more than half of the Chain Mountains. Ancient legends claimed that, in an age unimaginably remote, immortals, Buddhas, gods, and saints had battled in the heavens. One Sword Immortal had struck the earth with a single sword, thereby creating this chasm.
But in truth, this rift had existed since heaven and earth were first born. After obtaining Yuanshi's position, Zhao Cheng had not only received a continual infusion of some kind of power; along with that power had come fragments of scattered knowledge.
This knowledge was fragmented to the extreme, utterly lacking any system, yet much of it could not help but provoke deep thought.
Of course, it was not Zhao Cheng's Daoist body that pondered deeply, but Zhao Cheng's true body.
Though the two were two sides of the same whole, in order to mislead the Demon Fetus into increasing its investment, the Daoist body was unaware of many things. What it knew was only what it ought to know.
From Zhao Cheng's true body's perspective, this gorge might be what was called a Dao wound. Heaven and earth were a Dao Fruit, and this gorge was the wound of the Great Dao.
Thus, throughout the long ages, no matter how the geology changed, this rift had neither widened nor deepened, yet it had not shrunk by even the slightest bit either.
This was, in fact, highly unreasonable.
But this place lay deep in the mountains, and few people paid attention to such things.
If they were to go around the rift, however, the journey would immediately increase