Qing Chen took a step forward. The view before him suddenly opened up, only to draw him straight back into his memories.
Blood mist!
Blood mist so thick it would not disperse, blotting out all perception!
Beneath his feet was the edge of a stone platform, and ahead lay a bottomless abyss.
Far below, a broad, turbid river could faintly be seen flowing slowly-the Flowing Sand River!
Stretching before the stone platform and into the boundless blood mist were bridges of wooden planks strung together by thick iron chains-the Naihe Bridges!
"Difficult Crossing Pass..."
Back then, he had needed to proceed with the utmost caution, relying on the White Bone Demon Mara Banner to scout the way and analyze the patterns. In the end, he had chosen to slip alone into the blood mist, evading the endless encirclement of Dao soldiers, treading as though on thin ice before finally making the arduous crossing.
And now?
His gaze swept across the weak waters of the Flowing Sand River below, where supposedly "goose down would not float, and flying birds could not cross," before he looked at the Naihe Bridges ahead, shrouded in power that prohibited flight.
Without hesitation, he took a step-not toward a Naihe Bridge, but straight into the empty air beyond the stone platform!
With that single step, he stood suspended above the Flowing Sand River!
At once, the murky yellow waters beneath his feet churned and roared with a muffled rumble. A powerful suction kept tugging at him, trying to drag him into the abyss of weak water.
Yet this suction, enough to make a Golden Core True Person pale, stopped abruptly thirty feet from Qing Chen.
He did not hurry forward. Instead, he half-closed his eyes, blending his Great Cultivator-level divine sense with his understanding of the