Just as the battle for the Yuantian Realm sent shockwaves through every corner of Yuzhou,
countless miles away,
there lay a place where dark clouds shrouded the sky year-round, where the sun was never seen.
The heavens and earth were gloomy,
and fierce winds swept across the withered, deathly silent mountain range. The dead, towering trees twisted like savage evil ghosts baring their fangs and claws, emitting mournful wails like the cries of specters.
Thunder tore through the long sky, its blinding radiance illuminating heaven and earth.
Yet an instant later, it vanished, and the world once more sank into eternal night!
At the heart of this place, which resembled a netherworld hell, amid encircling mountains, stood a pitch-black nine-story tower. A black river wound around it, while enormous dark chains intertwined with the cliffs and linked to every direction of the tower. Blown by the fierce wind, they clattered loudly, giving off an icy, sinister sensation.
"Across mountains and rivers for billions of miles, how many heroes and great figures have there been? Sighing at the changing wind and cloud of this world, dragons and snakes rising from the land—yet in the end, none could withstand the endless decrees of fate. What could they do against the vast sky?"
A white-haired man stood suspended above the tower and suddenly released a long sigh.
At the same time,
a streak of golden light shot over, streaking toward him like lightning.
Though this gleam of golden light was not especially bright within this dim world, the space along its path faintly split apart.
Its might was astonishing.
Even a Half-step Cave True cultivator would likely be slain if caught off guard by the power it contained!
Yet the white-haired man's expression remained calm.
Though he had perceived that sharp aura, he