Chapter 1391 - Sixth-Level Primal Origin Realm
As Liu Wuxie walked toward the bridge, his thoughts raced, sifting through every scrap of information he had on the Three Thousand Weakwater. He soon came to a halt, a peculiar light flashing in his eyes.
"Three Thousand Weakwater and the Bridge of Void... Could that be the Bridge of Void?" he muttered under his breath, uncertainty lacing his voice. Rumors claimed that the Bridge of Void connected to the Void Realm, but he still didn't know where it would ultimately lead.
If that really was the Bridge of Void, then it wouldn't be a tangible bridge at all but a projection. To verify his speculation, Liu Wuxie moved toward the bridge once again.
The blood fiend and human martial souls had already completed their march to the far end and were now turning back toward the bridge. Their synchronized footsteps echoed into the distance.
Someone was already making their way over. Then again, with so many martial souls gathered here, it was impossible for anyone not to notice this place.
As Liu Wuxie approached the Bridge of Void, a knot of unease tightened in his chest. If he fell into the void again, he had no idea if he would ever find his way back.
Even so, he drew in a deep breath and still strode forward. When he set his foot on the bridge, it felt as though he had stepped onto a surface of rippling water.
Memories of when he had fallen into the void realm surfaced in his mind, especially the moment when Han Feizi had sacrificed himself to save him.
The instant his foot pressed down on the bridge, the Three Thousand Weakwater roared, and the martial souls on both sides raised their heads in unison to stare at him.
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded as the blood fiend and human martial souls charged at him.
Did I trigger something? Liu Wuxie wondered, pulling his right foot back even though he wasn't sure.
The moment he did so, the martial souls immediately calmed down and returned to their previous marching formation.