The Silver Road and the Wooden Door, into the Mist

The Fus engraved on the stone by the shore made the surroundings all the way into the waterfall and wild sea filled with thousands of needles and leaves, which caused great damages to Ning Que's physical and mental health. In this kind of simulative confrontation with this nature, the tougher he behaved, the more terrifying power would be shown by those engraved Fus. Although he had not been beaten up till now, he was extremely weak at the moment.

He raised his arm to wipe the bloodstain at the corner of his lip. Then he walked over to the bridge and went through it. All of a sudden, the surrounding pressure, which was invisible yet existed everywhere, disappeared. He turned around and looked at the long mountain road. Knowing that he had finally passed the first level, he sighed with his heart still fluttering with fear.