Lu Yun’s sword surged in power and manifested an ocean of sword aura. He stood at its heart, wreathed by endless sword energy.

“Ready?” grated the voice. “I can give you some time to prepare, or you may cultivate another thousand years.”

Frowning, Lu Yun looked over his shoulder before realization dawned. Just like in hell, passage of time on this misty white path was essentially frozen. A thousand years here would be but the blink of an eye outside.

“No need.” He turned back with a cool response. “I don’t need to make any preparations in order to kill you.”

He couldn’t comprehend what this space was; in fact, a sense of surreality had descended as soon as he set foot on the white path. However, that didn’t affect his intent to bulldoze all obstacles. He would kill this furry monster!

If he didn’t, the cultivation path would never be restored. Previous geniuses who’d attempted the fix had left their footprints behind as...