In the thick fog, Chen Qing turned his head to look back at the direction he had come from, where his body had 'barged' through and left a path clear of fog.
In this place, everything seemed to be frozen in time.
The fog and the wind paused, only the places where Chen Qing walked were pushed aside by his body.
Chen Qing looked around, and not far ahead was Kunlun.
Countless mountain ranges intertwined like dragons and converged at one spot, the peaks gathering like waves.
Kunlun!
Chen Qing began to ponder a question: was the Holy Bone of the Fisherman truly the necessary ingredient for crafting the True One Slash?
In his memory, the Fisherman seemed to have no such Authority.
But it was indeed the War God among All Gods who seemed to possess a similar Authority.
He turned his head back to where he had come from, "This world is frozen in this moment."
"So, the Netherworld King who came here before must have left traces in this world, just like myself."
