The entire Ghost Dao realm was a wasteland of desolation and decay. On top of that, the great collapse had caused the sea of blood to flow backward, turning the whole world scarlet. Wherever one went, it felt as though a thin veil of red gauze covered one's eyes, as if one were trapped in smog. No wonder the other great worlds were unwilling to approach this terrifying place known as Ghost Dao.
Although this was called a borderland, it was not actually the true edge of the Ghost Dao great world. A great world was practically boundless, so calling this place a border was only relative to a certain meaning. For example, since it could lead to the Ancient Immortal Realm, it could be called a borderland—but it was not Ghost Dao's boundary.
Following the guide's directions, the Sacred Dao warship sailed toward the vortex stream. The vortex stream had been secretly established by Si Yunshang several thousand years ago. There were several of them, directly linking the Six Divine Heavens, and they were among the most magnificent constructions of the past several thousand years.
As we ventured deeper, Cui Yi and I soon saw the terrifying vortex stream from the bridge!
That enormous vortex was so vast that its true size was impossible to gauge. Even from a great distance, we could see it—a pitch-black existence resembling an abyss.
Under the vortex's influence, this sea of stars twisted into a black, rotating whirlpool like the Milky Way. It did not move quickly, yet it seemed to possess a kind of attraction, silently drawing everything into itself. Around the vortex was a clear stretch of interstellar space, so clean that it seemed not a single thing existed for tens of thousands of miles.
"This is my first time seeing