The Lost Realm had no up, down, left, or right; no east, south, west, or north. It was a domain of utter emptiness.
The tower ship "Flying Cloud" spread its steel wings and soared through it like a primordial behemoth.
Purple banners snapped in the wind above it, while armored soldiers stood thick as a forest.
Such a war machine possessed both offensive and defensive capabilities. With sufficient Dao Essence Stones and support available from the army formation at any time, it could fully rival the combat power of a powerful Divine Presence cultivator.
Jiang Wang and Fu Yanqing had already gone their separate ways before entering the Lost Realm. This was an expedition, after all, not a spring outing to visit friends. He had stopped Fu Yanqing as he passed mainly to learn about the current situation in the Lost Realm.
Commander Qi's military orders had been extremely urgent, so these preparations had not been sufficiently made in advance. Moreover, Jueming Island and Yang Valley had differing understandings of the Lost Realm, which could supplement one another.
If the Lost Realm were regarded as a massive, perfectly square crystal, then the regions marked by the Human Race using the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches would be irregularly shaped little chunks haphazardly cut within that crystal. The regions were linked by Boundary Rivers.
Of course, this description was not accurate, because the Lost Realm's greatest feature was "disorder." Both space and time were profoundly chaotic. Two regions not connected by a Boundary River might not even exist within the same space.
Jiazi, Jiayin, Jiachen, Jiawu, Jiashen...
These regions had originally been connected in sequence, of course—at least, they had been when the Human Race first began marking the Lost Realm.
After years and months beyond count, they had long since