In the forests of the World Tree, below the Vine Cliff.
A young man, hunted by his enemies and grievously wounded, faced a desperate situation as he gazed down at the Vine Cliff shrouded in mist, its depths obscured.
His eyes were empty and filled with despair.
He knew very well that below was the barrier digested by the vines; anyone who fell into it, even a high-level Transcendent, would be devoured by these giant creatures of the World Vines.
Let alone someone like him, a mere Level Thirty-Five ordinary Transcendent.
Drip... drip...
His blood, tainted with poison, continuously dripped down.
His flesh was contaminated, his Sequence eroded, and his soul consciousness began to blur.
Clamping his teeth, the young man struggled to prop up half of his body with his arms.
Even if one did not believe in Divine Spirits, in moments like this, the young man had no choice but to pray to the Pantheon.
He prayed for the Divine Spirits to save his life.
