Wei Yuan looked at the completely unfamiliar mansion around him, feeling neither sadness nor joy in his heart.
He had long known that when he clarified his path's mission, he would inevitably encounter a heavenly tribulation. To be precise, the Dao that Wei Yuan sought to prove would inevitably cause the heavens to harbor a murderous intent.
This world's Heavenly Dao had, since ancient times, been united with the Dao by several great abilities, so the Heavenly Dao is not a dead thing but has its own likes, dislikes, and biases.
Wei Yuan was now in an ancient mansion, grand yet everywhere showing signs of decay. If not for the fallen leaves and sweeping traces on the stone path, one might suspect it to be a haunted house.
There was no sun or moon in the sky, but there was heavenly light falling from an unknown source. A few ancient trees with leaves redder than fire grew in this desolate mansion, adding not warmth but more chilling cold.
