While Qin Fengming was having the time of his life deep beneath the sea, within the flood dragon clan's forbidden grounds, a sudden upheaval erupted on an immense continent countless tens of thousands of miles away.
At the center of this boundless continent lay a relatively narrow connecting stretch.
Though this connecting stretch was called narrow, that was only in comparison to the vast regions it joined. Even this narrow stretch extended more than ten million miles.
Within this enormous expanse lay two elongated regions, each hundreds of thousands to a million miles across, shrouded year-round in dense mist.
The dense mist enveloping these two regions normally possessed an extremely powerful illusionary effect. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator who entered it could scarcely hope to emerge quickly.
On this day, the many cultivators patrolling the outskirts of these two vast regions were suddenly startled at the same moment by a series of muffled rumbles.
As they listened closely, their expressions changed drastically.
Those muffled rumbles were coming from the region dozens of miles away known as the Ancient Battlefield.
"Ah, could it be... could the Three Realms War finally be about to begin?"
Almost every cultivator who heard those distant, muffled rumbles had the same thought at nearly the same instant.
Among these patrolling cultivators were quite a few mighty figures at the Nascent Soul stage. Their bodies flashed into motion, and they rose into the air, flying toward the place normally shrouded in dense mist.
Seeing that the mist before them had already grown exceedingly thin, the mighty cultivators did not rush straight inside. Instead, they released their divine sense and swiftly swept through it.
A moment later, solemn expressions appeared on their faces. With a turn of their hands, they sent voice transmission talismans shooting away.
There were