107, The path to becoming a Martial God is lonely and full of hardships, lad you must not fall behind.

Mists shrouded the air, swirling with the essence of immortality.

Zhao Douan "opened" his eyes and found himself out of the Imperial Palace, appearing in the middle of a desert.

Beside him was no longer the fairy-like Emperor of Great Yu but her ancestor—the Great Yu Grand Ancestor wrapped in felt, draped in a dirty white robe, sitting cross-legged atop a sand dune.

On his burly frame was a rough, weather-beaten face; at this moment, the desert's morning light was faint, and the sky slowly brightened.

The Martial Artist dressed Great Yu Grand Ancestor opened his eyes and glanced at him,

"Keep up."

Zhao Douan let out a wail, got up, and grumbled,

"I get it, let's go. It's all about walking with you; who could ever outwalk you."

From being crowned by a beauty to being dragged by a rugged man for outdoor training took only an instant.

It was still the same desert.

These days, the Great Yu Grand Ancestor would occasionally pop up a few words, but still could not communicate.