Long Aotian walked at the front, holding a Compass and constantly checking their direction.
In the vast Boundary Sea, getting lost by accident was true despair.
And within the Boundary Sea, time could not be sensed at all.
Here, time had completely lost all meaning.
No one knew how long they had walked before Long Aotian began to slow down.
The others, too, immediately became alert.
Slowing down meant they had arrived.
"We're here."
Sure enough, Long Aotian's voice came from ahead.
Ye Lin stepped forward and looked up.
The sight before him sent a flicker of shock through his eyes.
Before them lay an endless expanse of gray-white mist, and within that boundless fog stood something enormous.
It was a ruin.
A ruin of the kind Long Aotian had spoken of.
No—not one ruin.
A whole expanse.
A sea of ruins so vast that even one's gaze could not contain it.
The first thing that met his eyes was a pillar.
A colossal pillar rose from the depths of the mist. Its girth was enough to take a hundred people linking arms to encircle it, its entire body pitch-black, its surface densely engraved with runes.
Those runes were not any known form of writing. As though alive, they slowly writhed across the pillar's surface, occasionally flashing with a dim crimson glow, like the heartbeat of a heart that had slumbered for hundreds of millions of years.
The pillar's peak vanished into the mist, its end nowhere in sight.
It was as if it held up the sky of the entire Boundary Sea.
No, there was not just one.
Ye Lin shifted his gaze to the side. A second, a third, a fourth... colossal pillars emerged from the mist one after another, arranged in a massive circle like some ancient