Evil sealed in the Trial World; slaying demons and defending the Dao, the duty of True Disciples

East Heaven of the Three Realms, the boundless East Sea.

Across the vast waters beyond the Eastern Victory Divine Continent, the sky was clear and the air pure, with rosy clouds drifting overhead. Occasional ripples stirred the sea, but there was little wind or surf.

Boats sailed across the water and flying fish leaped from it. This peaceful scene had not been affected at all by the attack the Xuanmen Six Sects had suffered here.

Yet on that day, battles between cultivators of the upper three realms had erupted one after another in these waters, leaving extensive traces of chaotic fighting. Even with the stature of the Three Realms and the East Sea's profound foundations, the traces left by so many upper-three-realms cultivators could not have vanished completely. At least some should have lingered for several days.

But throughout the surrounding stretches of sea, not a single trace of battle remained. There were no Dharma Boat wrecks, no artifacts or tokens lost by Xuanmen, no pills or talismans. Everything had been erased without leaving the slightest mark. Even the creatures in the surrounding waters had no recollection of any battle taking place here.

Beneath the will of Xuanmen's Pure Yang Dao Lords, all was calm beyond the Eastern Victory Divine Continent. No one realized what had happened here. Still less could the passing boats and cultivators flying overhead have imagined that, above the waters they traversed, a speck of dust as tiny as a mustard seed hung suspended. Neither wind nor water could penetrate it, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Yet within that single speck of dust lay an entire, complete world. Mountains rose and fell, forests flourished, the five elements were stable, and yin and yang were in harmony. But spiritual resonance was thin everywhere, and mist shrouded