"Sorry for the trouble, Elder Chong." Wei Xun nodded.
True Lord Chongguang simply swept out his hand, lifting Granny Bizhu and Jiang Wang into the air and flying straight off End of the World Terrace.
As they left End of the World Terrace, Jiang Wang finally saw the line carved into the sheer, ten-thousand-zhang cliff. It was said to have been left by the Sea Fishing Tower's founder, the Dragon-Fishing Guest—
"The bright moon rises over the sea; from here, one gazes to the end of the world."
The character "gazes" was written with particular desolation. It conveyed the torment of gazing until one's eyes ran dry, enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes.
But after only that glimpse, the scenery had already changed.
Great swaths of color vanished; vast sections of the scene peeled away, and the surroundings kept shifting.
All Jiang Wang could see was an endless expanse of mist.
Only when the wind howled in his ears did he realize he was falling. He then noticed that neither True Lord Chongguang nor Granny Bizhu was anywhere to be seen.
He twisted slightly and steadied himself. The mist before him had already vanished.
It was hard to describe exactly what he saw.
The familiar sky and earth seemed not to exist. There was not even a sea.
He could not tell up from down, left from right. As far as the eye could see stretched an empty expanse, with a few black specks occasionally standing out in the distance.
A sudden understanding stirred in Jiang Wang's heart. This was the Lost Realm.
It was a region of nothingness, naturally separating the Near-Sea from the Cang Sea. There were no directions here to begin with. Only powerful cultivators, by sensing the Starlight Saint Tower standing in the distant starry