Su Mo strode through the snow filling the sky, drawing ever closer to the Ruined Temple standing isolated and helpless amid the white.
Inside that Ruined Temple was one of the small entrances opened for this emergence of the Divine Realm!
Only when Su Mo drew near did he discover that the ground beneath the snow was not level. A few broken walls and ruins remained.
Presumably, this had once been a village of mortals, but because an entrance to the Divine Realm had descended here, the cultivators who swarmed in had razed it to the ground, leaving only the entrance.
As for the mortals who had originally lived here, perhaps they had been forced to move away, perhaps... who cared, anyway?
Su Mo cared!
But what could Su Mo do?
Such things might happen every day. Su Mo was merely a minor cultivator; even if the events of West City unfolded before him again, he could no longer make the same choice.
The vast, upright qi of the Confucian Dao would no longer mean a pedantic act that sent Su Mo recklessly to his death.
Instead, it had become the force driving Su Mo upward.
He had promised that woman he would give this world a clear and just order...
He had promised the little girl he would carry her on his back and sweep across the world...
He now had... so many bonds he could not cast aside!
Su Mo stepped into the Ruined Temple, and the first thing he saw was a dilapidated Deity Statue. The red satin hanging from it was tattered as well, covered in a thick layer of dust, as though no one had tended to it for a long time.
A pitch-black rift stood conspicuously in the open space beside the Deity Statue.