It really looks like there's a bridge ahead, and Wang Wu walked across silently.
Fog occasionally drifted by on all sides, but never obscured the direction. Then, as he got closer, even nearer, he could successfully sense the illumination of the Yin and Yang Qi. There, with drums and gongs resounding in celebration, he felt like a person trapped in his own world, a vegetative state, waking up to the calls of family and friends.
As he took that step, the bridge disappeared. The colorful splendor vanished, leaving only a quiet Ascension Platform, along with nine streams of Yin and Yang Qi shining down in solitude.
There was nobody around, and no Daluo appeared, but Wang Wu felt like an astronaut who returned to Earth from an alien planet, fearful of bringing back some parasite.
He needed to be quarantined, illuminated, to prevent any kind of contamination.
No one came to negotiate with him.
It seemed everyone had mixed feelings; twenty-four went, only one returned.
