Above the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-ninth level lay a domain no one had ever set foot in.
Before the thatched cottage, the white-robed young man stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.
Dressed in white, hands clasped behind his back.
Just as he had been back then.
Zhuge Feng had become that youth who had suffered the catastrophe of his family's destruction, bore a sea of blood-deep hatred, failed to obtain Immortal Arts despite pleading bitterly at the Lingxiao Sect, and arrived at the gates of the Heavenly Dao Sect.
"Why do you cultivate immortality?"
Zhuge Feng stood where he was as the mountain wind stirred his disheveled hair and the ragged hem of his clothes.
Why did he cultivate immortality?
He had answered that question once, five thousand years ago.
And now, he would answer it again!
He slowly raised his head. In his eyes were reflected the thatched cottage, the white-robed young man, and that past he could never forget.
"Why do I cultivate immortality?"
"I cultivate immortality to avenge my parents!"
"I knelt before my parents' corpses and swore to Heaven."
"If I do not personally slay my enemies in this life, I, Zhuge Feng, swear I am not human!"
As his words fell, the entire barren mountain trembled.
Not because his voice was particularly loud, but because of the obsession and resolve that burst forth from the depths of his soul when he spoke those words!
At the same time, everyone else from the Heavenly Dao Sect encountered the same situation!
They seemed to return to the past, to the gates of the Heavenly Dao Sect, standing upon the Heavenly Ladder and hearing the same question!
"Why do you cultivate immortality?"
The remaining thirteen members of the Heavenly Dao