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The only purpose of the Treasure Path is to select the sole heir of the Northern Crossing Immortal. However, the Northern Crossing Immortal never anticipated the existence of Zuo Dao, who could see through the outcome of events at a glance.
Inside and outside the gate are two different worlds.
One step leads to paradise, another to hell. Although this may sound a bit exaggerated, Zuo Dao knows it is far from mere rhetoric.
A gloomy curtain hangs in the air, filled with a yellowish hue, as if this decaying world could vanish at any moment. The entire space is permeated with a sense of rot.
Unknown creatures soar high above; even from a distance, one can see the blood-red light in their eyes.
"You've finally arrived, young man."
As Zuo Dao gazed around, a voice echoed through the space. He seemed unfazed by its sudden appearance.
"Northern Crossing, you must be quite unfortunate to have been found in your resting place after all this time," Zuo Dao teased.
The Treasure Path was merely prepared by the Northern Crossing Immortal for his successor; Zuo Dao himself was an irrelevant figure. If there was any connection at all, it was that he served as a catalyst, entirely meant for the emergence of Xianzuka.
"It seems you already know quite a bit," the voice continued to resonate in the space, yet no figure appeared.
Upon stepping onto the Treasure Path, everyone was separated. Each qualified Cultivator had to choose their own path to walk down; only those who reached the end would be true winners. However, Zuo Dao was an exception.
"What I should know remains unknown to me, yet I know a little of what I shouldn't. You all have been gone for so long; why are you still pulling these stunts? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?" Zuo Dao was also certain that the Northern Crossing Immortal was one of the Chessmasters; otherwise, he wouldn't be entangled with him at all.
"Indeed, even in death, why is there still such a strong obsession?" A sigh escaped, filled with endless sorrow.
"However, the one you chose is not bad." Zuo Dao spoke to the voice as if they were old friends, without a hint of reverence for the immortal.
"It is indeed not bad; finally, a decent person has emerged among the younger generation. But I must thank you," Zuo Dao said. Although he referred to the other as Northern Crossing, the latter had never acknowledged it until now.
"No need to thank me; I just don't want you old bones bothering me all the time," Zuo Dao replied, somewhat speechless.
"Heh, isn't it true in your world that the dead are held in high regard? You're being quite disrespectful to us old folks!" The tone of Northern Crossing Immortal finally shifted.
"The dead are held in high regard?" Zuo Dao's gaze turned cold. "What a joke! You old immortals think this is amusing?"
"Don't get angry. Some things are destined, just like you are fated to appear in our world," Northern Crossing Immortal said, ignoring Zuo Dao's anger.
"What do you all want from me? I really don't want to play anymore."
"We're just doing what we need to do."
"You see me as just a pawn in your game, don't you?"
"If that's how you want to understand it, that's fine. In the end, you'll understand."
"Understand what? You big-headed ghost—oh wait, you've already become a ghost."
"Yes, no matter how glorious it once was, now I'm not even worth a handful of dirt." A single statement from Northern Crossing Immortal suddenly silenced the room.
"Yes! So what if you're an immortal? In the end, you still turn to dust, perhaps even worse off than an ordinary person."
"Alright, you're dead already, so why dwell on it? What are you all doing here, making such a big fuss?" Zuo Dao didn't want to linger on this issue any longer.
"What do we want to do? Rather, what do you want to do?" The Northern Crossing Immortal's tone was somewhat helpless. "There are many things you cannot do right now. When you finally awaken, you'll understand."
"Awaken?" Zuo Dao became sensitive at once, wanting to press further, but was interrupted by the Northern Crossing Immortal.
"Enough of that. The most important thing for you now is to keep growing stronger. Not just yourself, but everything around you as well. Summon those people you have with you. This is a great experience environment; make sure to grow as quickly as possible."
Zuo Dao wasn't surprised that his secret was known to the other party. Although he had wanted to ask the Northern Crossing Immortal about awakening, it seemed clear now that the Immortal wasn't going to tell him.
With a single hand gesture, the Wangfeng Platform appeared beneath him.
"Keep moving forward; there's a suitable place for them not far ahead. I believe you can figure out what it is."
"Hey, Northern Crossing! Can you not speak in half-truths? Just say it outright!" Zuo Dao was at a loss for words to describe the other person. Was this how immortals were supposed to act?
No matter how much he called out, the Northern Crossing Immortal's voice did not return. After a while of solitude, Zuo Dao realized that the Immortal had not reappeared and decisively stopped talking. He walked forward in frustration.
What he didn't notice was that after he left, a shadow appeared where he had been standing.
"Master! Everything is now up to you; this old servant can no longer stay by your side." It spoke silently yet sincerely before completely vanishing into thin air.
Zuo Dao glanced back with a sense of nostalgia, and all he saw was a dim expanse, still empty and desolate.
Meanwhile, in another realm, Northern Crossing Qing was fighting desperately.
From the moment he stepped through the stone gate, Northern Crossing Qing found himself engulfed in an endless battle.
Enemies surged like a tide, relentless and unyielding. For every foe that fell, more would charge forward fearlessly.
The spear in his hand was completely soaked in blood, the thick crimson staining the shaft and binding it tightly to his grip.
His body constantly reminded him that this was all real.
It was a blood-soaked space, filled with a vivid red hue; even the sun hanging above the sky seemed to weep blood.
As he faced the bizarre array of enemies before him, Northern Crossing Qing had no time for surprise.
Some flew above, others crawled on the ground, some swam in the water, and there were creatures that suddenly burst forth from the earth. In his mind, none of these beings were familiar to him.
Just when he began to adapt to one creature's attack pattern, another would immediately replace it.
Regardless of their form, they all shared a common trait: brutality and strength. The spear in his hand grew heavier with each passing moment. Northern Crossing Qing understood the reason for this phenomenon—his stamina was depleting while the number of enemies continued to swell.
This was not a battle of bloodshed; it was a fight for survival—a struggle where it was either him or them. Yet deep down, Northern Crossing Qing knew that his chances of survival were dwindling.
If it weren't for a belief supporting him deep within, if he hadn't been infused with an unnamed power after passing through the Stone Gate, he believed he would already be dead—reduced to mere flesh for the monsters, with no hope of a complete corpse.
When the first monster fell to his gun and the others began to feast upon it, he knew he was in serious trouble.
This was different from previous battles; these monsters were far stronger than those Cultivators.
He had known from the moment he entered the Stone Gate that this path was perilous. Whether he could make it out was still uncertain, yet he plunged in without hesitation.
His belief was rooted in his ancestors, particularly the Northern Crossing Immortal. He believed this arrangement was a test for him; if he couldn't even pass this trial, how could he ever hope to achieve the great ideals of becoming like his ancestors?
With a surge of fury, Northern Crossing Qing no longer cared about anything else. His gun roared like a dragon as he unleashed all his strength, charging through the horde of monsters.
Suddenly, a Humanoid Creature appeared before him. Before he could react, a tremendous force slammed into him, sending his body flying backward uncontrollably. Along the way, every monster that stood in his path was knocked aside.
This was the second Humanoid Creature to appear since he began fighting. He still remembered how he had killed the first one.
It had cost him dearly in blood to take down that Humanoid Creature, which had left him physically drained.
After fighting for so long, he had gained some insights. Humanoid Creatures were among the rarest of all beings but also the most powerful.
They possessed immense strength and tough skin. Even when he shot one, it only left a white mark on its body.
Northern Crossing Qing flipped himself up and stood tall, simultaneously sweeping away several monsters that were trying to take advantage of the situation. The most troublesome aspect of these Humanoid Creatures was their shamelessness.
He could attack you at any moment, and after a single strike, he might vanish without a trace. Yet, when you find yourself in the direst of situations, he would be there to deliver a crushing blow, never missing an opportunity to strike you down.
Spitting out a mouthful of congealed blood, Northern Crossing Qing felt a slight relief within himself. At this moment, he was covered in filth and blood—his own mixed with that of his enemies.
His gaze became incredibly clear at that instant. The conviction in his heart had never been more resolute.
This was only the beginning of the Treasure Path. He was determined to become an immortal; how could he possibly be defeated by the challenges before him?
Kill.
With a loud shout, Northern Crossing Qing tightened his grip on the gun and charged forward.
There was only one target: the recently appeared Humanoid Creature. No matter what creature stood between him and his foe, he shot them all down without hesitation. The murderous intent within him surged, power coursing through his body.
His eyes were fixed solely on the Humanoid Creature. During the pursuit, every monster he could kill fell before him; he dodged unavoidable attacks and minimized any damage he couldn't evade.
However, the Humanoid Creature did not engage him directly. Instead, it evaded while casting a scornful glance in his direction.
It was doomed!
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