The Seven Celestial Passes of Mountains and Seas.
Chen Tian.
Everything was a hazy, somber blur.
Like a faded old photograph.
The sun, moon, mountains, and rivers were all dim and gray. A heavy, oppressive aura, different from the other Celestial Gates, permeated the decaying landscape.
This heaviness…
It wasn't merely gravity.
It was an all-encompassing pressure on a being's Essence, Qi, and Spirit, as if one were trapped in a wasteland at the End of the Dharma, unable to suppress the encroaching feelings of despair and silence.
'In the clash of civilizations, the victor's Dao survives while the loser's is extinguished. If Mountain and Sea wins this tribulation, then perhaps the Chen Tian of today will be the Hongyuan of tomorrow.'
Strolling through the main city of Chen Tian.
Wu Dao took a deep breath of the dead, murky Extraordinary Particles. Gazing into the gray distance, he could feel the decay and corruption of the Seventh Celestial Gate's domain.
