"Just a bit more clear-headed." Qing Jun smiled.
She had collected Dao Rhyme for so many years, and she noticed... above the Three Thousand Great Dao lies a dead end.
"Why is it a dead end?" Ah Qing furrowed her brow, her tone filled with incredulity: "It shouldn't be a dead end... You should know it, above shouldn't be a dead end, there must be an opportunity for ascension... One should be able to ascend, the Immortal Realm, the immortals, even if seen only in fragments in ancient books, they must exist..."
"Why... why..." Ah Qing murmured: "Why is there no path above."
"..." Qing Jun said nothing.
She had no words.
Because she harbored the same doubts as Ah Qing.
This world feels wrong; after discovering the dead end above, the Three Thousand Great Dao seemed to be torn apart by forces, unable to provide even a trace of fate. Qing Jun inevitably began to doubt whether immortals, ascension, the Immortal Realm were all fictitious.
