"That was The Heavens pouring out ill omen, banishing the uncanny. It was the source of calamity, the encroachment of corruption. All the myriad worlds of the Myriad Heavens were affected."
When the young man saw that scene, his emotions clearly surged violently. Yet in the end, he seemed to let something go, speaking as though to himself, yet also as though telling Di Yi certain things.
"Ill omen..." Di Yi focused, casting his gaze beyond that gateway.
"Ah, The Heavens. It is myth, it is legend, filled with endless blood and fire, profound beyond profundity. None but the strongest of a civilization or the strongest Ancestor of a race may enter." As Di Yi peered into The Heavens, the young man did not remain idle, opening up the conversation.
According to him, The Heavens was the end of the Myriad Heavens, the confluence of the paths of cultivation across all worlds, the ultimate hope of all who evolved.
But at some unknown point, everything had changed. That place had severed contact with all the worlds and become deeply sinister.
For example, the uncanny ill omen they now saw pouring down was but a corner of the mountains and seas of that drastic upheaval.
"Once, I too yearned for that place. But later, after the sinister transformation occurred, everything changed." The young man also gazed toward the Gate of the Heavens. "Some say it teems with life, that even without cultivating, one can soar straight upward and attain immortality and everlasting life. Others say it is utterly barren and desolate, that everything is false, all its beauty nothing but the dust of time. Still others say it is the source of the uncanny, that all the darkness and turmoil in the world are connected to it, that it is the