At dawn, morning light spilled across the eastern horizon, and warm sunlight fell upon them, driving away the chill of the night.
Across the wilderness, the three pressed onward. Without resting through the night, they hurried toward the Primeval Wasteland.
The road ahead was long, and the three delayed no further. Their pace grew faster and faster; passersby saw only three streaks of light flash past before vanishing from sight.
After traveling continuously for several days, the three left the Eastern Continent. Ahead lay the central lands where the hundred races vied in splendor, the most powerful region in the entire Primeval Secret Realm. The legendary Heavenly Demon Clan resided there, reigning over the world, with none daring to test their edge.
Before the central lands stretched an enormous mountain range for tens of thousands of miles, like a natural boundary separating the Eastern Continent from the central lands.
Before Two Realms Mountain, Ning Chen came to a halt. Looking at the majestic, towering range ahead, a strange look flashed across his face.
What a colossal mountain range. Whether in the Outer Heavens or within the realm, he had never seen anything so immense.
"It's so high. Should we fly over it?"
Xia Zhi looked at Two Realms Mountain ahead and asked.
"No."
Dong Yu shook her head. "Legend says there are savage beasts of the Mortal Realm and even King level within Two Realms Mountain. If we rashly fly over it and draw their attention, the consequences will be unthinkable."
"Then what do we do? Don't tell me we have to climb over it. What year and month will that take?" Xia Zhi said worriedly.
"There is still some time before the Contest of Blades of the Hundred Races. There's no rush."
Ning Chen looked at the mountains ahead