Burning Immortal Platform

Deep within an ancient and mysterious nebula space of the Immortal Realm.

This place seemed forgotten by time and abandoned by space. There was no turning of sun, moon, and stars, no outlines of mountains or rivers—not even a speck of dust existed.

All around, endless chaotic mist slowly churned. This was no ordinary cloud or fog, but a condensation of the most primordial laws of heaven and earth. Every wisp weighed a thousand jun, enough to crush a mountain. Within the mist, arcs of lightning occasionally tore through the darkness in silence before swiftly vanishing, like the blinking eyes of some ancient beast in the chaos.

And at this moment, four ancient figures stood suspended in silence at the center of this eternal void.

They were not physical entities, but four hazy masses of light and shadow. They seemed fused with this chaotic nebula, yet also seemed to stand above heaven and earth. Each silhouette radiated an indescribably terrifying aura. Space folded and collapsed around them, while time froze and flowed backward beneath their feet, as though heaven and earth could no longer contain them and could only express reverence in this manner.

Immortal King Realm!

These were supreme existences standing above heaven and earth, the true rulers of the Immortal Realm. Before them, so-called True Lords and Saint Realm cultivators were not even ants—merely dust that could be erased from heaven and earth at any moment.

"The brother and sister have been captured."

A majestic, low voice suddenly emerged from one of the shadows. It was not particularly loud, yet it possessed an uncanny penetrating force, as though it rang simultaneously through every corner of the chaos, making the surrounding mist pause slightly.

That shadow gradually solidified, revealing the vague outline of a man in a purple-gold robe.