Entering the Mythical Realm

"What the hell is this Mythical Realm, exactly?"

Looking at the information in his hands, Li Su went a little numb, his face stiff.

It was a map, an enormous one.

Countless thin lines were drawn across it—mountains, rivers, flowing waters, waterfalls, deserts.

There were many of them, hundreds of thousands of lines.

Densely packed, they stretched in every direction across the map.

The map's scale was terrifying. Every centimeter of a line represented a hundred thousand li.

The shortest were only millimeters long, while the longest exceeded twenty centimeters.

That was over two million li!

Yet even after extending that far, the edges of the map remained pitch-black. In other words, no one had reached the end.

Of course, that was nothing.

After all, this was a fragment of the true primordial world, a place capable of containing seven Saints, dozens of False Saints, thousands upon thousands of Great Luo, hundreds of thousands of Taiyi, and countless Celestial Immortals. Even if it was only one-third of the original, it was still terrifyingly vast.

What truly made Li Su want to complain was not the size of the Mythical Realm, but the colors on the map.

Green marked safe zones, yellow marked dangerous zones, red marked perilous zones, and black marked unknown zones.

Of these, black occupied the edges of the entire map, so there was not too much of it.

Next came the yellow dangerous zones, which took up roughly one-tenth of the map. Then there were the green zones, all located within the yellow zones and occupying one-tenth of them.

And then came the red zones.

That's right—nine-tenths of the entire damn map was red.

The red areas were divided into five levels.

Light red, medium red, bright red, blood red, and black-red.

In light red zones, anyone