This bridge is called Naihe Bridge.
Despite its seemingly simple construction, the bridge emanates an incredibly ancient and solemn aura, as if it has always been this way since time immemorial.
Brilliantly colored lights swiftly streaked across the sky, eventually appearing above. They gazed at the sole bridge leading to the other side, their eyes fixed on the words "Naihe Bridge." For a moment, none spoke, with a hint of solemnity in their eyes.
At present, this Naihe Bridge feels akin to the gates of hell, yet none could quite determine what would transpire upon crossing.
"Let's wait and see; no hurry to cross the bridge."
Ye Xuan activated his Heavenly Eye, peering through the Netherworld Mist shrouding the scene to glimpse the other side.
Beyond the abyss, there lay an endless expanse of darkness. Upon closer inspection, only a massive door, tightly shut, could be seen.
Naught else existed.
"What did you see?"
Ling Qianxue inquired.
"A gate."
