A lone figure walked across the long bridge.
The [Fish Nether Token] hovered overhead, its fish, shrimp, turtles, tortoises, whales, giant salamanders, flood dragons, and snakes lifelike. Radiant light surged from it, illuminating the way ahead.
Blood-red mandalas grew ahead, marking the correct path. For some reason, Tiantuo was quite familiar with the Netherworld and soon led Xu Xuan off the stone bridge. A faint light shone in the distance, piercingly bright amid the darkness.
Looking back, he saw that only a short stretch of the stone bridge remained, as though he could easily walk to the opposite bank. It was exceedingly strange.
Xu Xuan had already recounted in detail everything that had happened since Tiantuo fell asleep. The old demon kept offering criticism as he listened, pointing out shoddy work here and oversights there, though in the end, he slowly offered a word of approval.
"So how do we get out now?"
Xu Xuan asked quietly. Staying here had nearly driven him mad, and the mass of clear, numinous magical power in his Qi Sea was gradually running dry.
"Find a ferry crossing, and I'll have a way to send us back."
"It should be nearby. This place connects to that Grotto-Heaven, after all, so the rift should be sizable."
Tiantuo pondered as well, urging Xu Xuan toward the light.
"My magical power is running dry. At this rate, who knows how long we'll be walking?"
Xu Xuan's flight grew increasingly slow. With his magical power exhausted, he was burning through his blood qi for nothing. If anything happened, he would be in serious trouble.
Tiantuo, however, had Xu Xuan take out the Tremor-Calamity Token. He drew out the mass of Thunder Tribulation Origin Liquid, which emanated the energies of creation and destruction, gently extracted a single drop, and