The first and second bridges looked very close, but Wang Lin flew for several days before he arrived at the second bridge.

This bridge was several times larger than the first bridge. Wang Lin didn’t hesitate to step onto the second bridge. The moment his foot landed, his soul body trembled as if it was going to collapse. It was as if his cultivation wasn’t qualified to step on this bridge.

A rumble echoed and Wang Lin felt his mind explode and the world seemed to spin. His divine sense and soul seemed to separate. He vaguely saw that there was a continent below the fog, and it was very familiar. On the left side, there were 72 continents, and on the right there were 36 countries. At the center was a vast basin where the sea was rotating rapidly.

In the depths of the sea, he saw nine large pillars connected to form the shape of a door.

The door was closed and not opened.

“Heaven Trampling… Am I heaven trampling right now…” Wang Lin could...