"The ghostly sword in this painting seems a bit eerie," Li Xiu remarked, looking at the sword in the painting.
"Of course it's eerie. This painting was ripped from the execution platform in front of the Heavenly Gate," Old Dao chuckled.
"Heavenly Gate? What's that place?" Li Xiu thought for a moment, as if he had never heard of such a name.
"The Heavenly Gate is a Trial Gate, where mysterious things abound. If you encounter a demonic spirit there in your lifetime, it means your ancestors must've wronged people for eight generations, and you're destined to have bad luck in this life."
"What sort of demonic spirits are that sinister?" Li Xiu asked curiously.
"You still have a long way to go; knowing won't help you anyway. It's the kind of demonic spirit that makes you wish you were dead the moment you see it. In that place of the Heavenly Gate, any demonic spirit is of that caliber; no one can stop them," Old Dao's eyes seemed to glaze over, as if trapped in a memory.
