The fierce wind swept through the mountain pass, as it had always done through the ages. As a result, the area between the mountain pass was barren, devoid of any vegetation.
Xiao Zheng looked up and saw the two towering mountains, like two giants standing there, with only a narrow path between them. The grandeur of the heavens and the insignificance of humanity were both vividly highlighted in that moment.
Xiao Zheng felt a deep emotion in his heart.
Even though he had reached the realm of a Martial Saint, in such a vast world, he still felt a sense of awe.
Compared to this expansive vastness, humanity is ultimately too small. Even if one can reach the pinnacle of martial arts, what does it matter? In a hundred years, they will still turn into a pile of bones.
Vaguely, as Xiao Zheng stood before this mountain pass, he fell into a wondrous state. His soul seemed to leave his body, merging with the heavens and earth, roaming freely in this space.
