Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, the elite teams of the Spiritual Stream Realm's three major powers—the Qingyun Sword Sect, Hundred Herbs Valley, and Tiangong Workshop—gathered atop Three Realms Mountain. At the summit stood an ancient altar jointly maintained by the three factions, radiating vast spatial fluctuations. Streams of runes swirled together toward a gradually expanding, ever-shifting door of light at the altar's center.
Beyond the door of light lay the legendary perilous land—the Sea of Falling Stars!
On the Qingyun Sect's side, Sect Master Qingyunzi personally led the group. Two Golden Core elders stood solemnly behind him, while ten elite Foundation Establishment disciples, including Han Li, were both nervous and excited. Li Wuyang and Xuan stood at the front of the group beside Qingyunzi. Li Wuyang still looked as laid-back as ever, while Xuan wore his usual icy expression, utterly at odds with the grave atmosphere around them.
Hundred Herbs Valley's party was led by an elderly woman holding a medicinal staff, her aura gentle and mild. Most of her disciples carried medicine baskets and pill furnaces. Tiangong Workshop, meanwhile, was led by a burly man with knotted muscles and a giant hammer on his back. Its disciples wore standardized artifact armor and projected a fierce, murderous air.
The three groups sized one another up. Their gazes held some intent to cooperate, but far more wariness and rivalry. After all, opportunities and dangers coexisted within the Sea of Falling Stars. No one wanted to pave the way for someone else's fortune.
"The time has come! Everyone, the passage is about to stabilize. Enter at once! In three months, the passage will open again briefly. Those who miss it will be left behind. Take care of yourselves!" shouted a Tiangong Workshop elder overseeing