"When I was traversing the Path of Chaos, I glimpsed something about the state of the Immortal Realm. After that thing, like a 'waterfall,' collapsed, the Immortal Realm was also destroyed. What exactly was it?"
Amalia looked away first; the dead stillness in the old lady's eyes—a hopelessness after all hope had faded—made her somewhat uncomfortable.
"You saw it?" A sudden gleam flashed in the old lady's eyes.
Amalia nodded. "I did. Is it the source of everything?"
The old lady didn't immediately reply. She turned around and took a few steps, releasing a long sigh. "It isn't the source of everything, but in some ways, it is. Since you came here, I assume that the elders in your sect told you that it's been ages since anyone from the Mystic Void Continent ascended."
Her tone carried an almost certain assurance.
"They did mention it. Is that 'waterfall-like' thing related to ascension?" Amalia speculated.
