Leaving the Imperial Heaven Sect, Huang Liang headed north.
The farther he went, the more uneasy he felt. In the unseen currents of fate, it seemed as though some great calamity was bearing down on him.
Looking north again, he seemed to see Blood Light soaring into the sky, hear wronged souls wailing. Over the past few days, he had cast divinations several times, and every result had been an omen of great disaster and terrible misfortune.
What... had happened in the north?
Before his master passed away, he had clearly sensed something. But by then, the old man had already been at death's door and had no time to explain anything to him before letting go of the world.
Had it not been for that, Huang Liang would not have insisted on making this trip north.
Because in that direction, only something like the Heavenly Chasm could have drawn his master's concern.
Unlike ordinary cultivators of the Dragon Ascent World, someone like Huang Liang, born into an overlord sect, knew more or less of certain secrets.
The Heavenly Chasm had existed for eight hundred years. On the surface, it seemed to have had no effect on the Dragon Ascent World, but in truth, its influence had seeped in silently. Under that subtle influence, the upper limit of Dragon Ascent World cultivators had steadily fallen—from Divine Sea to True Lake, from True Lake to Cloud River...
Perhaps one day, the Dragon Ascent World would no longer have cultivators at all.
And when the Heavenly Chasm had first appeared, a Divine Sea Realm cultivator of the Imperial Heaven Sect had once cast a divination and received an omen: after a thousand years had passed, a great calamity would descend upon the world.
Unfortunately, that elder had only managed to reveal the