Jiang Ding stood still in place.
After a long time.
"Fine, this little risk must be taken."
Jiang Ding sighed softly: "An Eighth-rank treasure, worn down by hundreds of thousands of years, also attacked and restrained by dozens of Unity Realm cultivators, the formation has been breached in many places."
"That's just how it is, if there were still forces beyond the Unity Realm, there's nothing more to say."
He did not hesitate anymore and stepped inside.
The heavenly light around him changed, flickered, and it was yet another sky.
This was a dark and heavy world, with a cold wind. The sky was oppressively black, and the earth was shrouded in a black fog, obscuring the future ahead.
Jiang Ding's gaze first fell upon the center.
There stood a tablet resembling a black stone pillar, reaching from earth to sky, piercing through the nine heavens above. Carved upon it was a line of words, spreading a deep sense of sorrow, remaining unvanquished over hundreds of thousands of years.
