A Netherworld Void "grotto-heaven" shaped like a shoulder blade stood before Li Qingyun and Ye Chenji, black and gloomy like ruins.
This was Falling Star Dock.
There were no Eternal Clan rune boundaries around it, and its overall size was roughly one-third that of the original Primordial Beginning Cosmic Domain.
Its scale was already far from small.
And this was only a broken shoulder blade. If the original owner of those bones were still alive, it would surely have been a colossal creature capable of roaming freely across the Netherworld Void.
Yet even such a powerful mysterious being had died, its other remains scattered who knew where.
Crystal mist swirled within Li Qingyun's eyes as he looked toward the dark Falling Star Dock.
His gaze pierced through the invisible gloomy aura, and more than a dozen clusters of bright and dim eternal glimmers swiftly emerged upon that blackened bone ground.
Clearly, every glimmer represented a Saint position realm cultivator who was likewise crossing the Netherworld Void.
"The First Sequence Ring Chain actually produced so many Saint positions? I wonder whether the Empress of Burial has made it here..."
The "glimmers" of Falling Star Dock surprised Li Qingyun somewhat.
He truly had not expected so many Saint position realm cultivators from various Cosmic Domains to survive all the way to Falling Star Dock.
"Fellow Daoist Li, let's go! With so many fellow Daoists at Falling Star Dock, they must all be major figures from their respective Cosmic Domains. Perhaps someone has even hidden one or two stalks of Crimson Ying Grass!"
After carefully sweeping his gaze across Falling Star Dock, Ye Chenji could no longer wait. He took the first step forward, and the eternal light covering his skeletal frame—already more than half dimmed—blazed up once more by force. Unwilling to