A six-thousand-word chapter, so it was late.
The Other Shore lay across the depths of space, vast and intimidating. Though dazzling poison fire flowed over it, radiating power that stirred the flesh, gazing at it for too long brought an oppressive feeling, as if one were facing a bottomless abyss.
It was a fragment that had fallen away from the True Land. After evolving through unknown epochs, it had become a great universe of its own, suspended alone within the Eternal Silence Deep Space.
Wang Xuan stared at it. Even his heart palpitated. Why did such a bright and resplendent place make him feel as though he were facing some gigantic creature in the darkness, its bloodthirsty maw thrown wide?
He wiped his mouth. In truth, no drool had fallen; he was studying the information in his hand concerning The Other Shore, all of it considered "local common knowledge."
"At the peak of radiation intensity, even True Saints among the natives may undergo terrifying mutations when faced with anomalous flares."
Wang Xuan held a booklet containing records of the various dangerous states of this True Land Fragment.
"So it wasn't an illusion. There truly are enormous pits and bottomless trenches on The Other Shore. Looking from afar at that bright land, one can seemingly see its shadows as well."
Wang Xuan closed the booklet and stared at The Other Shore again. That palpitating, oppressive sensation of facing an abyss was no illusion. There truly was a terrifying source there, one of the most dangerous forbidden lands.
"Can even the surging mythological poison fire and the terrifying substances it radiates not fill and illuminate those regions?"
Wang Xuan remained extremely restrained. He had not rushed to absorb Dao Rhyme the moment he arrived. After studying things for several days, he was