Before him was an old jujube red wooden door, exuding traces of years past. Its surface densely covered in veins, like a door made of flesh and blood, stood blocking the mountain path.
In a trance,
Lu Chenzhou saw thousands of indistinct tenacious figures, who with bodies tempered a thousand times and wills that never faded, smashed through the door, laughing heartily as they passed.
Beside his ears, it seemed that countless bold and unrestrained voices arose.
"Innate Realm, at last I have arrived, haha!"
"What constraints, they are nothing!"
"The peak of Martial Arts, wait for me!"
"Master, your disciple has reached the Innate realm!"
"Chief of Tiger King Valley, was here!"
These voices, as if they really existed, transcended the constraints of time and space, like the Heavenly Heart Mark, like the bright moon in the sky, have echoed from ancient times till now. Lu Chenzhou listened intently, an indescribable power inspiring his body, heart, and will.
