These clumps of dirt had originally been one, but for reasons unknown, had fragmented. At this moment, the elderly man ceaselessly tried to piece them together, his hands weathered, yet he could not manage to reassemble them.
Suddenly.
The elderly man abruptly looked up, fixing his gaze in the void.
Within the Divine Soul, from nowhere came endless blood threads, abruptly entwining, tightly pulling tighter and tighter, circle after circle. The elderly man frowned, his withered hands trembling slightly, reaching into the void as if to tear the blood threads apart.
However, after he pulled with his hands, his Divine Soul experienced a sharp pain.
The harder he pulled, the tighter it became.
The elderly man immediately stopped moving, rose from the boat, and gazed upon the river's surface. Through the long river, he saw beyond the void, setting upon a nameless place in the First Layer of the Abyss in the Material Realm.
In the midst of desolate mountains and wild ridges.
