The damaged and broken stone tablet blocked the path ahead; ancient characters were etched on it with the strength of iron hooks and the finesse of silver strokes, indicating the road to the Heavenly Realm. This took Xiao Chen by surprise.
He had exhausted a great deal of effort to open the gates to the Heavenly Realm, yet all attempts had failed. He had never expected to find such a secret realm under the dome of the sky above this wasteland; truly, it was like finding a village where the path seemed to end in a dense forest.
Xiao Chen strode inside, unaware if this mysterious place could bring him any surprises.
The passage was carved out of chaos itself; waves of chaos surged on either side, the mist was blurred, and stars refined into pearls sprinkled between, setting an incredibly dreamlike scene.
After travelling about a thousand miles, a chaos boulder blocked the way ahead, barring the path.
