Deep within the Sea of Ghost Mist, in a mysterious and unknown land.
A colossal mountain ringed by stars floated silently, as though it had never moved since time immemorial.
Its mountain body was grayish white, its interior interwoven with countless arcs of obscure law lightning.
It emitted no light, yet those arcs of law lightning were incomparably resplendent, forever writhing.
Slender silver lines extended outward from the mountain, connecting to the stars like tentacles and continuously tugging them up and down.
When those tentacle-like lines moved, the stars moved with them.
Like a living creature, it dwelled within the deepest, densest gray mist, sensing the great heavens and earth within the mist sea and seeing through every life born from it.
All living beings, gods, every blade of grass and tree, lay beneath the reach of its will.
It was the architect of the mist sea's order of heaven and earth, the foundation upon which the many "Prison" realms took shape, the one that had created all living beings of the mist sea.
It was the embodiment of the will of the mist sea.
This mysterious, alien place where it dwelled had always remained unknown—a forbidden land that generations of Realm Gods could never set foot in.
This was the Sea of Ghost Mist's greatest wonder, and the reason for its existence.
Whoosh!
A gleaming silver spear, stuck to a gigantic blade, suddenly tore through the heavy gray mist above and burst into this forbidden zone of life.
The gigantic blade formed by the Metal Dao Source was steadily shrinking.
Streams of light like rivers and creeks were, as they flowed into the Spear of Creation, consuming and assimilating the Metal Dao Source.
The sharpest source of the Great Dao in heaven and earth, in the cosmos, was about