Dongfang Qing had long since known that the Skyroad was a conspiracy.
Every year, many people would go charge into the Skyroad, yet no one had ever come back alive from it.
Next, Dongfang Qing told Wang Ye everything about the Skyroad.
Wang Ye listened, his expression calm as he nodded.
"All right, I'll make a trip."
As his voice fell.
Wang Ye shot straight toward Skyroad Mountain.
Black clouds churned over Skyroad Mountain.
A flight of white cloud-steps rose tier upon tier, straight into the heavens.
Skyroad Mountain was even higher than Tianyong Mountain, as if it were about to connect with the sky itself.
Here, lightning and thunder raged all year round, and snow fell in great flurries.
Countless people, in order to ascend the Skyroad, often broke into fierce battles upon it; fresh blood dyed the snowy land red.
Only for the falling snow to bury all traces of that blood.
