Entering the grave was akin to entering an internal world. A path reaching heaven emerged and stretched for an eternity.

This world was white. As he moved on, the path became narrower and colder - leading to the unknown.

The old woman was faster than a rabbit and was nowhere in sight.

Though there was nothing here, Feiyun could still sense something dangerous and took out his weapon essence. His weapon of choice was a spear. He utilized his Swift Samsara to traverse this path.

His speed was immaculate, moving several hundred miles in the blink of an eye. Alas, it has been three months and he still didn’t reach the end.

‘This might be an illusion or a trapping...