On a continent shrouded in darkness, towering peaks stood between heaven and earth like demonic shadows.
At the very summit of one of the peaks, a strange-looking structure could be seen from afar. Yet upon drawing closer, one could clearly see that it was no structure at all, but one half of an ancient ship broken into two, lodged at an angle atop the mountain.
No one knew how long this ancient ship had existed. It exuded an incomparably weathered aura. Countless holes and scars covered its surface, leaving its original appearance utterly unrecognizable; only the vague shape of half a ship remained. It seemed to have endured a soul-stirring battle, yet a cold, solemn sheen still faintly rippled across its entire body, with no trace of decay.
This ancient ship had clearly been forged from some supreme refined gold and divine iron. Before it was damaged, it must have been of extraordinary grade.
On the six or seven surrounding mountaintops, specks of light shone everywhere. Quite a few temple-like structures made of beast bones and hides had been built there, brimming with a barbaric, primordial air.
Several streaks of light often circled this mountain, and every one of them carried the aura of a Great Golden Core cultivator.
A place guarded by Great Golden Core cultivators as if they were mere mountain-patrolling disciples was naturally no ordinary place.
Suddenly, a blazing ball of light illuminated the sky, leaping down from an extreme height and descending straight toward this mountain.
At once, it was as though a hornet's nest had been poked. The mountaintops that had been completely silent in the darkness lit up like candles, each erupting with dazzling radiance that turned the dark heaven and earth brilliantly bright.
Countless bare-chested cultivators shot into the sky. They wore only