Lu Yun still stood on the golden bridge. He was very far away from the main body of the burial mound. He’d set foot into a special space earlier, thus enabling him to soundlessly close the gap. He needed to cross the rest on foot.

Flight was forbidden over the bridge, a prohibition that extended to even grand supremes such as Cen Sui and Aoxue. They had to pad forward on foot as well. A most uncanny detail was that there was no one else on the bridge apart from them. There wasn’t even sound from any other source.

The place should’ve thronged with cultivators seeking their fortune among the myriad of...