Abnormally loud breathing and irresistible force radiated from the Bridge of Forgetfulness, inducing grave discomfort in Lu Yun and Qing Yu. The bridge now appeared to be a divine dragon above the nine heavens in their eyes. So lofty, so majestic, and they as two ants scrabbling around in the dirt.

How big was the bridge?

Lu Yun couldn’t tell. It was big… very big… The corpseflies on it were as big as the world of immortals, and the bridge itself was no bigger than their realm.

“I was wrong…” Qing Yu suddenly said. “It’s not that its spirit isn’t strong enough, but that its body is too strong. No spirit could be strong enough to perfectly propel...