Twenty years—truly a long time.
The three who had returned to the Primordial World stood dumbstruck, their faces full of disbelief.
Though they had anticipated it before coming, they had never expected it to look like this.
The vast Primordial World, the boundless Three Realms—at this moment, they were almost entirely unrecognizable. Only faint traces of familiar scenery remained.
Everything else was utterly unfamiliar.
"This is... the Primordial World's Three Realms!"
After a long while, Heartless True Person could not help but speak. His voice was slightly out of tune, his tone thick with astonishment.
Beside him, Nine Heavens Sovereign shuddered as well. Seeming to think of something, he could not help but suck in a cold breath. "Senior, you mean the one from ancient times?"
At this moment, Li Su was shaken as well.
After the ancient era, the Primordial World had shattered and become the later Mythical Realm, losing more than ninety-five percent of its territory.
Even so, the Mythical Realm was still unimaginably vast. Even a Profound Immortal, with no obstacles in the way, would need a certain amount of time to make a circuit around it. Only a Great Luo could grasp the land of the Mythical Realm and appear freely in any place.
Yet even less than half of what remained was already so immense. Just how vast had the true Primordial World been?
Looking out, all he could see were mountains—an endless sea of mountains.
There were too many, simply too many.
With a sweep of divine sense, he found that this unbroken mountain range stretched a full light-year.
Within those mountains lay countless collapsed structures.
There were broken palaces and shattered bronze pillars, each a gigantic object weighing millions, even tens of millions of tons.
Scattered amid the mountains, they formed patch after