Just past noon, the Purple Gold Immortal Boat rose into the sky.
Wrapped in four auras of Origin Source power, the vessel skirted the mountain strongholds lying dormant in the heart of Central Province and flew southwest toward the Old Rift Belt.
Zhou Xuan stood at the bow. The Dark Gold mark on his palm throbbed more and more violently, its patterns already creeping up to his shoulder.
Lin Qingzhu stayed beside him, feeding a little spiritual power into him from time to time.
She said nothing. She simply stayed by his side.
Wuchen led the way up ahead.
After living for tens of thousands of years, he felt uncertain for the first time.
"It's just ahead."
He stopped, keeping his voice low.
Zhou Xuan looked up.
An enormous rift hung in the void.
The rift had no boundaries, its darkness bottomless, and all the laws around it were in chaos.
Light twisted as it drew near. Even the Immortal Boat's Origin Source aura was churned into wavering currents.
Old Ancestor Cangwu landed at the bow. One glance was enough to change his expression.
"Tens of thousands of years, and it still looks the same."
He leaned on his wooden staff.
"So many Longevity Realm cultivators went in, and not even their bones remained."
Old Ancestor Dark Nether snorted but said nothing. Even he had stopped putting on a brave front.
Emperor Jiang Wu had remained silent throughout. He stood at the very front, his Dragon Robe hanging still, his entire presence as weighty as a mountain.
The Alliance Leader's phantom form coalesced in midair.
"Zhou Xuan." He turned his head. "The Command Token."
Zhou Xuan nodded.
He raised his right hand, took the Supreme One Token from his sleeve, and held it above his head.
In that instant, the