From the succession of scenes just now, Nie Yun had already understood that this bridge was likely the Three Lives Bridge of Dao Realm legend. Past Life, present life, future life—it deduced the mysteries of three lives and exhausted every transformation...
Three Lives Bridge, Three Lives Sighs. Life was impermanent; nothing in this world was absolute.
Sure enough, as he was thinking this, the winds and clouds rose again. The family of the two youths practicing swordsmanship suffered a tremendous upheaval. In an instant, the city seemed washed in blood, countless miserable cries stretching on without end. The two youths' parents and relatives died one after another.
In the end, the brothers still turned against each other. They dueled atop a mountain peak and perished at the same time.
"Could this be the fate of Nie Tong and me? Are we destined to slaughter each other as brothers?"
Watching this scene, Nie Yun remained still as stone, silent and unmoving.
"No, I will never do that. Never mind all that Nie Tong has done for me—even if he treated me poorly, as his elder brother, I cannot simply watch my younger brother fall into depravity and become the Asura King!"
With a low cry, Nie Yun clenched his fists.
What impermanence of worldly affairs? What twists and turns of fate? Destiny was held in one's own hands—why borrow it from another!
From having nothing to his name at the beginning to his name now resounding through the heavens, from worthless talent at the start to the Endless Dantian he possessed now—when had Nie Yun ever relied on anyone else? Everything had come through his own tireless efforts!
"What Three Lives Bridge, what Three Lives Sighs? My fate is mine to command! My destiny is mine, not Heaven's!"
He pointed upward