The Sky-Rending Golden-Winged Roc flew at tremendous speed.
"We're here." Ji Changkong pointed into the distance.
Lu Zhen and the others looked ahead.
An endless expanse of murky gray mist stretched before them, its far edge nowhere in sight.
This was the boundary of the Canghua Secret Realm.
The surroundings were deserted, without a single person in sight.
"This secret realm," Ji Changkong explained, "has no fixed entrance. Just wait at the edge of this gray mist, and spatial rifts will form passages from time to time.
Everyone spreads out and finds their own place to enter, so you won't run into many people."
Lu Zhen nodded.
"As for getting out," Ji Changkong continued, "when the secret realm is about to close, a huge main passage will form in its central region. You can follow that passage out."
"Understood," Pavilion Master Chu and the others replied.
They waited quietly at the edge of the gray mist.
About an incense stick's worth of time passed.
Buzzz.
The murky gray mist ahead suddenly churned violently, faint fluctuations of spatial law stirring within it. Then a pitch-black rift roughly ten feet wide tore open, forming a deep, dark passage.
"The passage is open. Go," Pavilion Master Chu commanded in a low voice.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Lu Zhen, Pavilion Master Chu, Xing Lie, and the others charged straight into the pitch-black passage.
They passed through the passage.
Lu Zhen felt an ancient, boundless aura wash over him.
"This..."
Lu Zhen stared at the scene before him in shock.
This place seemed to be the very heart of the Primordial Ancient Star, its heaven and earth filled with the aura of primordial origin.
Everything was enormous.
As far as the eye could see, everything was unimaginably huge.
Even an ordinary weed stood hundreds of