There existed a waterfall once. Now, it was only a dried cliff after the withering of time. A small path coiled from the bottom to the top.

It had no sign of life left. All the vegetation and trees have turned to dust and returned to the earth.

Feng Feiyun followed the fruit up the path to find the source of this saint’s grave.

“Are you sure that the source of the palace is at the peak of this cliff? I feel like we’re heading deeper into the grave.” Feiyun could sense weak spatial ripples around him.

“Space is chaotic here, an inch can be an entire world.” The fruit said while continuing to jump up the steps.

Feiyun suddenly stopped after noticing a symbol on the wall - a...