The bluestone path was tranquil, as it had been since time immemorial. Other than the initial gathering of prodigious talents, it was desolate the rest of the time, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Wisps of chaotic mist hovered faintly. The three thousand ancient roads, weathered with the marks of ages, lay in silence.
Shi Hao sat cross-legged, silently pondering. If he continued on, it would likely lead to a life-threatening outcome. None of those from ancient times who walked this path had come to a good end.
Specks of scarlet light glimmered, radiating a brilliant red glow. It was a Divine Medicine resembling coral, snatched from the Nether Race. He offered it up and sent it to the Emperor Butterfly in the distance.
"Kid, you're really biased. That's a Divine Medicine, and you're so generous to just give it away. Yet when I ask you for a few stones, you make it so difficult," the Divine Striking Stone grumbled indignantly.
