Twenty Years of Land Reclamation, Breaking Through to Nascent Soul

The Red Cloud Spirit Domain had stood for more than eighty thousand years. Its territory stretched for more than billions upon billions of miles, roughly resembling a begonia leaf. Only a large piece was missing where the stem should have been, as though a dog had bitten it off.

In the Southern Border of the Spirit Domain stood a renowned immortal city with a long history, Demon Suppressing City. Eight thousand miles south of the city lay the peril-ridden, unfathomably dangerous barbaric wilderness beyond the domain.

Ten years later, dense clusters of spirit boats and warships were scattered across the high heavens. They not only blotted out the sun, but also brought with them an endless air of grim slaughter.

For a thousand miles around Demon Suppressing City, the land had long been occupied by cities of every size. At every moment, tens of thousands of escaping lights rose and fell from these cities, constantly shuttling between the floating fleet, Demon Suppressing City, and the various cities, as industrious as swarms of busy worker bees.

Six hundred miles east of Demon Suppressing City stood a small city built from Golden Gang Stone. It measured more than two thousand paces in both length and width, its walls densely packed with restrictions, while an enormous pale-blue barrier shrouded the sky above it.

Within the city stood only a handful of palaces. Yet most of the open ground was occupied by one Silver-White Giant Boat after another, each over a thousand zhang long. There were as many as six of them.

Near noon, vast shadows fell from the sky into the city, and sunlight filtered through the gaps between the warships, falling in sparse patches.

Inside a plain palace in the western part of the city, Zhao Yongxian stared at the chessboard before