The Saint Abyss Continent lay in the western reaches of the Great Thousand World.
The skies above the continent remained dim year-round, shrouded in mist and streaked with lightning, silver serpents twisting together.
Living beings traveling through it often encountered all manner of calamities. It was an exceptionally perilous place.
Strictly speaking, it was not a continent at all, but a Lower Plane that had evolved into one, then been blasted into its present state by the ancient war.
Even now, it remained one of the front lines in the standoff against the Evil Clan from Beyond.
The armies of the Evil Clan from Beyond had several routes to the Ancient Saint Abyss at the heart of the continent, where they could search for the legacies of fallen Demon Emperors. The two sides often clashed in small-scale battles.
Thus, the Great Thousand World stationed a large force in Saint Abyss City to guard the place.
The towering, ancient city stretched for thousands of miles, lying silent in the darkness like a primordial beast. It radiated an indescribable pressure and a murderous aura that soared into the sky.
A vast spiritual energy barrier, like the canopy of heaven turned upside down, enveloped the ancient city. It stretched as far as the eye could see, its power boundless. It was clearly a Grandmaster Spirit Array of unknown rank.
As Mu Chen and his two companions, travel-worn and dusty, passed through the barrier, they felt several faint waves of energy penetrate deep into their bodies, swiftly probing them for something. Then they were allowed through.
It was meant to prevent powerful members of the Evil Clan from Beyond from disguising themselves as beings of the Great Thousand World and slipping into the city.
Their view quickly opened up. The streets teemed with people,