Even If the Sky Fell, He Could Hold It Up

A turbid sun hung high in the sky, casting a dim, murky glow that steeped the entire world in an atmosphere of twilight decline.

In the desolate wilderness, atop a bare little hill, Lu Ye stood with one hand on his saber, his brow tightly furrowed.

There was no sign of anyone else nearby, and the Battlefield Mark had stopped responding, making it impossible for him to contact Hua Ci or Jujia.

Naturally, he could sense what Ying Wuji had sensed.

And he had reached the same conclusion as Ying Wuji.

This place... was not the Nine Provinces!

Whether it had been the Myriad Beast Domain Secret Realm or the Dragon Ascent World Secret Realm, both had existed within the greater framework of the Nine Provinces. Thus, when cultivators entered them, they could experience a projection of a particular period in that secret realm's history, and through the workings of the Heavenly Mechanism, they could also receive an identity naturally suited to blending into that secret realm.

For example, Lu Ye had once become the Young Master of the Myriad Beast Sect and the Sixth Young Master of the Overlord Blade Sect.

But this time, he had received no identity at all and knew absolutely nothing about this world.

The only things he knew that Ying Wuji and the others did not were this world's name and the purpose of their journey.

Because at the very instant the teleportation began, a message had exploded within his heart.

Save the broken Peerless Continent!

This should have been guidance from the Heavenly Mechanism. Lu Ye did not know whether everyone had received this guidance, or whether he alone had.

A simple line of guidance contained no small amount of information.

At the very least, Lu Ye now knew that this world called