North Mist Mountain, lay close to Blazing Sun Island, the nearest territory within reach.
This place had always been ruled by a Crocodile King.
He was originally an anomalous creature of the Primordial Wilderness. After cultivating bitterly for countless years and stumbling upon a fortuitous opportunity, his cultivation had reached the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, faintly touching the threshold of half-step Daluo.
On the outskirts of the Northern Kuru Continent, he counted among the foremost experts.
For many years, he had lived free and easy, every bit the local emperor of these mountains and forests.
But that peace had been shattered not long ago.
The emergence of Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun had left him too unsettled to eat or sleep.
He had sent several batches of scouts in succession to investigate, but the moment they neared the edge of Blazing Sun Island, soaring demon qi and searing heat waves forced them into a panicked retreat.
Three or four batches of scouts had been lost, yet he still had not uncovered the truth of the island.
Of course, Blazing Sun Island had yet to become widely known.
To the living beings nearby, it was merely an ownerless deserted island, with neither Spirit Veins nor mineral deposits, neither rare treasures nor exotic beasts.
It was hardly worth anyone's trouble to covet.
Such unattended "three-no-care" lands were everywhere across the Northern Kuru Continent.
The entire continent was barren and desolate, surrounded on all sides by the sea.
If one wished to expand outward, one first had to survive crossing those perilous waters—
not to mention that beyond the boundless Vast Sea to the east lay the Eastern Continent of Divine Lands, where the Mystic Gate held sway.
Forget invading it—even taking a single step beyond the Northern Kuru