Holy Land

There was an island on Fallen Star Lake called Star Picking Island.

There were no bridges from the territory of Great Qin to Star Picking Island. The distance of tens of millions of kilometers had to be crossed by Martial Artists themselves.

The winds on the lake were fierce, the waves towering, and Water Monsters ran rampant. Ordinary Martial Artists could forget about reaching Star Picking Island; even traveling a few dozen kilometers was a distant dream.

Star Picking Island stood at an extreme elevation, more than ten thousand kilometers above sea level, as though it reached deep into the starry sky!

Yet the waters of Fallen Star Lake below churned madly. Any random wave could rise hundreds or even thousands of kilometers high!

Occasionally, a massive wave would crash over, and droplets would even splash down at the feet of Martial Artists cultivating on the island.

There were more than a thousand Martial Artists here, scattered across the island like stars.

Before every group of Martial Artists stood a stone stele wreathed in Treasure Light. Words or images flickered faintly upon them. Some of the Martial Artists before the steles wore conflicted expressions, some looked delighted, while others were utterly absorbed.

A tall Martial Artist sat before one stone stele.

Unlike the others, it was difficult to identify this Martial Artist's race.

He looked human, but his body was gone, replaced by metal machinery. Every joint and every component represented the highest level of mechanical power.

Other than some skin remaining on his head, the rest of him did not even have skin.

He was the Mechanical Realm King, one of the super experts of the New Realm in the past and one of the earliest people to pass through the Heavenly Gate.

When he passed through the Heavenly