Before them stretched a scarlet river. It was said that the waters of the River of Rebirth were condensed entirely from blood, and countless wronged souls were trapped within it.
The wronged souls of every fallen powerhouse in the Heavenly Demon Great World would eventually arrive in the River of Rebirth, forever imprisoned there, unable to enter reincarnation for life after life.
At the end of the River of Rebirth stood a terrifying existence. Some said he was the Other Shore; others said he was the warden of the River of Rebirth.
But legends were legends in the end, for no one had ever reached the end of the River of Rebirth. Everyone who had gone there had died.
The River of Rebirth had long since been claimed as territory by the cultivators of the Xuanhuang Great World. Yet until now, Ye Lin had only seen cultivators furtively pacing around its outskirts. No one dared set foot within.
Suddenly, the space beside Ye Lin shattered, and a middle-aged man in green robes stepped out. Upon seeing Ye Lin, the man cupped his fists and bowed, speaking respectfully.
"This junior, Changqing, pays respects to Senior Ye."
Changqing kept his attitude exceedingly humble. This was Senior Ye—even Qin Wudao was merely a defeated opponent before Senior Ye.
Qin Wudao's reputation was currently at its peak. The number one person in the Xuanhuang Great World, Demon God—title after title had been heaped upon him, practically deifying Qin Wudao himself.
"Senior Ye, have you come here intending to take a look at the other side of the River of Rebirth?"
Seeing Ye Lin's gaze fixed upon the River of Rebirth, Changqing's thoughts stirred, and he asked.
"Yes. I had nothing to do, so I came to take a look."
Ye Lin stood with his