Above the ruins of the Three Teachings, the Bridge of Rebirth for the Dao Killers stood in silence, spanning the void and exuding the sorrowful aura of Samsara, like a grey ribbon leading to the ultimate end. The bridge was a grey-brown, flowing with the faint shimmer of ghost-fire lamp flames. Its railings were formed from the spectral images of a forest of steles, and its base was patterned with the tripod motifs of Ren Teaching. As it continuously absorbed the immeasurable resentment and baleful qi pervading the ruins, it grew increasingly solid, and the direction of the void leading to the Gate of Guixu emitted a gravitational pull that chilled the heart.
Yang Jian stood encased in silver armor, the golden light of his Heavenly Eye swirling between his brows as he stared at this bridge—a structure forged through the relentless obsessions of the Three Sages and the fierce might of a god-slayer. His Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade slanted toward the ground, the tip humming faintly. Nezha stood atop his Wind and Fire Wheels, the scarlet flames reflecting on his solemn face; his Fire-Tip Spear spat out heaven-scorching flames, yet the tip drooped slightly, revealing the turbulence in his heart. The Xiaotian Hound, in his human form, gripped a Chaos Bone Blade tightly, his black armor shimmering with gloomy light. His sharp gaze scanned the bridge and the abyss in the distance that devoured all things, a low, suppressed whimper rising from his throat.
In this suffocating si…
Chapter 469