Before him stood an old, faded reddish door of wood, exuding the traces of passing years. Its surface was veined with blood vessels and bulging sinews, like a gate of flesh and blood, blocking the mountain path ahead.
In a daze.
Lu Chenzhou saw thousands upon thousands of resolute figures whose faces could not be discerned, smashing the door to pieces with bodies tempered by countless trials and with indomitable will, laughing heartily as they strode forth.
By his ear, it was as if ten thousand exuberant and uninhibited voices rose together.
"Innate Realm, I have finally arrived—hahaha!"
"What shackles? They are but this!"
"Martial Arts Peak, wait for me!"
"Master, your disciple has reached the Innate!"
"Tiger King Valley Chief, was here!"
