On the Southern Region's border lay a rift valley known as the Heavenly Abyss Rift.
The rift stretched for ten thousand zhang and plunged into unfathomable depths.
Gales howled along its cliffs, while spatial turbulence churned deep beneath the earth.
This rift was no natural landform. It was a relic left behind by a shocking battle in ancient times.
Legend had it that two peerless figures who had already touched the Origin Realm had clashed here.
In the end, the collision of their powers had forcibly twisted the laws of this place, leaving an eternal rift in the depths of the earth beneath the starry sky—a wound that had endured for tens of millions of years.
The climate around the Heavenly Abyss Rift was exceptionally harsh.
Not only did fierce gales howl there, but spatial turbulence also erupted frequently, devouring every living thing that ventured too close.
Worse still, chaotic power pervaded the depths of the valley, capable of interfering with a martial artist's divine abilities on a profound level.
Even Great Dao Lords faced unexpected dangers if they ventured into the valley.
For this reason, the Heavenly Abyss Rift had long been deserted. Only a few martial artists drawn by its reputation occasionally came to gaze upon it and marvel.
But over the past two days, a group had arrived near the Heavenly Abyss Rift: members of the Feather Transformation Sect. The area had now become their temporary base.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
On a relatively level stretch of rocky ground at the edge of the rift, black tents stood scattered in an orderly pattern.
A golden light barrier rose skyward around the perimeter of the camp, warding off the chaotic power in the surroundings.
Just then, a streak of golden light appeared on the horizon.
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