Qing Wan felt that such matters were still rather distant for her.
"And those who didn't make it?"
"Those who didn't make it, unless they're lucky enough to dissolve into a freewheeling immortal, will otherwise perish and return to the earth."
Listening to what Qing Wan said, Lin Fan gazed into the distance at the Heavenly Road.
There stood an altar, above which black clouds churned, and one could vaguely see purple thunder boiling within. The rotating black cloud vortex resembled a giant abyssal mouth capable of devouring all, making any cultivator within it appear exceedingly insignificant.
"Soon, very soon."
Hope was evident in Lin Fan's eyes. "Thank you, Qing Wan Daoist friend."
"Thank you for what?"
Qing Wan didn't understand what Lin Fan meant. Just as she was gathering her thoughts, she saw Lin Fan heading towards the Heavenly Road, and she shouted in shock.
"Hey, come back, return quickly. The Heavenly Road is sealed off; you can't go there, and you'll die."
