Dark Primordial Era
An Bulang was already a cultivator of the Eighth Heaven of Tribulation Crossing. Ordinary demon gods could no longer do anything to him, so he naturally had a little more confidence when it came to treasure hunting.
But he had not expected that passing through the black vortex fissure would bring him to such a place.
This was a land of chaos.
Wave after wave of terrifying destructive currents surged wildly.
The constantly spewing Nine Nether, the collapsing space, the annihilating chaos, the severed traces of the Dao...
"Danger at every step" could no longer describe the sight before them.
Two dark stars flickered, casting dim black light like abyssal demonic pupils staring down. An Bulang could see a shattered black continent ahead. It was no ordinary continent; it was as vast as the Primordial Continent.
It was boundless, stretching across hundreds of millions of miles, as large as an entire galaxy.
An aura of darkness and primordial desolation rushed toward them, making their hearts tremble.
"Where... have we come to?" The moment Nalan Jinli entered, she felt an unimaginable grandeur and extraordinariness.
An Bulang felt the same. He had even sensed several unimaginably terrifying auras.
The continent had been battered and wounded by many horrifying forces, yet it had never been destroyed. It seemed to be supported by some eternal, indestructible truth and law.
It was immense, and equally supremely magnificent.
The continent before him made the youth think of an ancient legend.
"It is said that long, long ago, the central land of the Primordial Universe was not the current Primordial Continent, but another Primordial Continent. Later, however, the Primordial Universe failed in its attempt at self-sublimation, and an incomparably massive scar appeared, swallowing the entire Primordial Continent into it..." An Bulang said softly.
Nalan