The Lost Realm had already existed for several million years.
Its appearance could be called a chance coincidence. If one wanted to trace it back to the source, it had to begin from the year when the Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons, with audacity that knew no bounds, invaded the Three Great Realms at the same time...
Between those events were countless twists and turns, soul-stirring battles of magic worthy of song and tears.
However, although these ancient secrets were fascinating to the extreme, Venerable Qingyan had no interest in them. After all, what did any of these things have to do with him?
Though he was at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, he had only lived a few hundred thousand years or so. These ancient secrets were, to him, likewise far too distant.
What Venerable Qingyan cared about was whether he could leave this Lost Realm.
That was right—leave!
To him, this place was like a cage.
It was not that the spiritual energy in the Lost Realm was thin. In truth, the quality of the Spirit Veins here had always been quite good.
Its area could also be considered vast...
Yet so what?
So-called vastness was, in truth, only relative. Compared with the entire Spirit World, a mere Lost Realm seemed not worth mentioning.
Although the entire Spirit World was made up of several hundred realms of varying sizes, what did that matter? Once one's strength reached their level, Shattering the Void, overcoming the power of realms, and shuttling between the smaller realms was not much of a difficult problem.
And with several hundred realms added together, the number of rare treasures and wondrous objects would certainly be far greater than in the Lost Realm, and the territory would be broader as well. Naturally, the odds of him obtaining some unexpected