"Cough... cough..."
Clouds and mountains nestled against each other, lending this world an ethereal air.
This Immortal Domain had always looked just as Su Mo had imagined it. Here, there was little of the bustle of mortal life, nor any of the Mortal Realm's simple tranquility.
Alone, Su Mo forced his gravely wounded body onward, staggering to the cave where the Brush of All Living Beings had led him into the Ancestral Grounds when he first came to the Immortal Domain.
He could feel that, after leaving Cold Azure Cave Heaven, the fractures in his Divine Soul were rapidly shifting toward the brink of irreversible destruction.
Even though the Old Madman had poured all his immortal power into Su Mo's body to protect his Divine Soul.
He could not hold on much longer.
Without the Old Madman's help, he probably would not even have made it here...
Su Mo entered the cave and, sensing the Spiritual Qi within, walked weakly forward.
As expected... the connection between the Immortal Domain and the Ancestral Image World had been restored.
And he no longer had much time.
Su Mo turned to gaze in the direction of the distant Immortal Path, his expression calm, yet carrying an indescribable complexity.
"Have you... reached this Immortal Domain you dreamed of?"
"But I can no longer wait for you..."
Su Mo sighed, turned, and stepped into the portal to the Ancestral Image World.
His vision suddenly filled with emptiness. In that instant, Su Mo felt that sensation of being watched for the first time in ages.
It was as though a pair of eyes hovered beyond the three realms...
Watching him.
There seemed to be an unfathomable complexity in those eyes, as though they were watching something they did not wish to see, heading toward a catastrophe.