The Yan Lan Flow Realm was vast. As one of the Eight Great Flowing Realms closest to the Outer Universe, it handled much of the trade between the Inner and Outer Universes.
The starry sky stretched boundlessly. No matter how large the population, vast swathes of space rarely saw a single ship, and the chances of two ships crossing paths were slim. But in the Yan Lan Flow Realm, those odds were several times higher.
One day, a ship encountered another ship. Then they went to war.
The attacked ship came from the Fire Domain.
No one in the Yan Lan Flow Realm dared attack a Fire Domain ship. The assailants were from the Spark Alliance.
The battle ended quickly. Only one person remained alive aboard the Fire Domain ship. With both arms severed, he lay on the floor, watching in despair as dozens of Spark Alliance cultivators closed in around him.
"Just you wait. The Fire Domain won't let you get away with this!" the Fire Domain cultivator on the floor roared. His savage expression was enough to make anyone's blood run cold.
Just then, a man approached with a cruel smile. "Remember me, senior brother?"
The Fire Domain cultivator lying on the floor stared at him in horror. "Third Brother, you—you're still alive?"
The man laughed heartily, looking down at the Fire Domain cultivator. "You're surprised I survived? Well, I did. We agreed to split the resources we found, but you killed Second Brother and Fourth Brother, then threw me into space. How could an Extreme Realm cultivator survive out there? Luckily, the Spark Alliance found me."
The Fire Domain cultivator stared blankly at him, then gave a bitter laugh. "So that's why you attacked me. It was all because of you?"
The man crouched down and fixed