He could escape no further, retreat no more, not even to the Abyss.
He could only flee, into the Void, constantly delving deeper, constantly scurrying away.
Only here, no one would risk getting lost to hunt him down.
And then, he got lost.
He could no longer find the way back. All the Dao Marks he secretly left had been destroyed. He was not dead, but he could never return.
He could only be endlessly lost in the dangerous and desolate Void, waiting for the day he would completely perish.
When he had completely given up, suddenly one day, he felt guidance.
He followed the guidance, traversing the Void, arriving at the edge of a cliff in the Void.
He saw a Faceless Man.
The Faceless Man looked at him and slowly spoke.
"I give you a chance to live, a chance to advance to the Tenth Tier, or even the Eleventh Tier.
In return, you must lose your face and stand guard here.
Are you willing?"
