Shi Hao and his two companions followed the Thunder Spirits across one world after another, reaching many ancient, ruined worlds. They even saw an ancient divine tree that had tried to evolve into a World Tree.
It had failed, dragging the entire universe with it into withering decay and death.
After crossing over again and again, they finally reached the end. The procession of Thunder Spirits stopped; there were no more altars through which they could travel.
"Where is this?"
Shi Hao and his two companions surveyed their surroundings.
Everything here was gray and hazy, vast and empty, desolate and still. Nothing revealed itself, and no living creatures could be seen. It was as though they had reached the end of the world, where everything was bleak.
"This is too strange. After so many transfers, heaven only knows where we are." San Zang frowned.
The procession of Thunder Spirits began moving through the area, seemingly searching for something. Suddenly, excitement appeared on their faces, and they passed through the mist, heading straight in one direction.
"Have they found their destination?" Shen Ming asked uncertainly.
The three could only follow.
Those altars had all been one-way passages. They could not return.
The road ahead was unusual and strange, as though they were passing through an ancient battlefield. All kinds of ancient weapons lay scattered on either side, along with shattered, silent warships.
"These things are terrifying. Even though the runes within them have been worn away, their true nature is still apparent. They are immortal artifacts," San Zang said softly.
There was no doubt that this was an ancient battlefield in which Immortal Dao Beings had fought.
"This is..."
Suddenly, they stopped, having spotted a pair of enormous stone gates.
The traces of battle ended before these gates, as though the