“I’ve come due to this matter,” Thousandedge uttered. “Three months ago, Fellow Daoist Speechless’s Buried Flower Legion was completely wiped out. None of them escaped. I personally examined that their life slips left behind with me were fully broken.” 

“Fellow Daoist Chen, I have to be on my way first. Let’s chat another day.” Thousandedge slightly cupped his hands and walked towards the inner hall, not turning his head back. 

Cultivator Chen stood in place. After a brief moment of shock, he looked up and sighed distantly, “The world’s affairs are fickle, and fortune makes fools out of men… even Fellow Daoist Speechless actually met his demise…”

Five minutes later, Thousandedge stopped in front of a door. This was the largest stone door, at least fifteen meters high and five to six meters wide. A person standing beneath it seemed to be an insect compared to a great tree. Thousandedge raised both his hands, faintly shivering. His coat fluttered back in the air, caught by the two assistants. Afterwards, they discreetly left.

The surface of the simple, large door was covered with hairline cracks, as if for too long it hadn’t been opened. It seemed ordinary, but as long as one stood before this immense stone door, it gave off a sense of admiration and caused hearts to rise without reason. Each crack was akin to a vestige of years and moons past. They were unembellished, and the grand vicissitudes of vast oceans...