Chapter 517: Twilight (8)
The sky above was dim, streaked with dusky gray currents that swirled in slow turbulence. Without any real sunlight, the land below occasionally spat out dust with a dry shhhk.
No grass grew.
No signs of life.
Only a barren, gritty surface covered the ground, filled with an eerie, lifeless air. The only thing abundant here was the long gusts of dry wind that scraped across the land.
It was hard to believe this was where the colossal flood dragon had just been.
Where exactly was this place?
They’d said it was “beyond the gate.” But was it even the same world? Or was it some twisted version of that fabled peach blossom paradise where the immortals were said to live among the stars?
Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t know.
But he didn’t bother to ask anyone present.
It’s not my jurisdiction.
The words Master Beomheo had once spoken to him—telling him to live in the world of men—kept echoing through his mind. That, and the overwhelming presence of the figures surrounding him.
Three Singeom Masters.