"Then shall we go together? We could watch out for one another," Mude suggested.
"Indeed!" Zhixuan nodded in agreement.
"All right..." Su Mo hesitated, then nodded. Having someone to watch his back would be good.
Daoist Mude added to Su Mo, "Benefactor Su, try to stay close to us once we enter the Divine Realm. The Confucian Dao has no combat power."
The Confucian Dao had little combat power?
Su Mo nodded again without refusing.
Once the three had agreed, they entered the black rift together and vanished.
After the three left, the strange man in the ruined temple gazed at the crackling rift, his expression bewildered, and murmured to himself, "Within the Divine Realm, all are mortals, except Confucian Cultivators..."
"That is because... the only ones... it gazes upon are Confucian Cultivators!"
The strange man tilted his head to look at the hole in the roof. Snowflakes kept drifting through it, each falling flake like a memory flashing through his mind...
The strange man lowered his head and murmured to himself:
"You want to enter the Divine Realm? I advise you to think again. The Divine Realm is uncanny, no place for humans. You will regret entering..."
Su Mo and the other two stepped into the black rift, and darkness filled their vision. When they could see again, they found themselves in a dim world.
This world was unlike the outside. Outside, heavy snow swirled through the air; here, the world was murky, with mist everywhere they looked.
Looking up, they saw that this world's sky had no color. Rather, it was impossible to make out, as though shrouded in a thick veil, murky beyond measure.
Scattered trees stood there, making the place seem utterly desolate. Wisps of mist drifted among them.
"Is this the Divine Realm?"
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