Pollution! Spreading!
Tantai Tanmie could not remember how long he had been sealed away.
This last crown prince of Great Xian had suffered a devastating defeat.
Not only had Dragon Sparrow Island, the Tantai Clan's overseas base, been destroyed, but every Tantai descendant of the Great Xian Dynasty had been wiped out. Even he himself had been plotted against and ambushed, then cast by the ancient Realm-Sealing Gate into an unknown spacetime.
Aaaaaaah!
When he roared and finally came to his senses, all he saw was a barren void. No matter existed here—it was a void darker than the darkest, most profound reaches of the universe.
"No... I have to go back!"
"I can't be trapped here! I still have so many things to do!"
"I am Great Xian's last emperor. I still have to unify the world... I must finish what those before me left undone! I must restore Great Xian!"
At first, he raged, bellowed, and howled, venting his fury. But after several days, he discovered that no matter how he struggled, he could not escape this spacetime.
It was a completely stagnant, nearly infinite void. Tantai Tanmie was trapped here.
Though there was indeed no matter here, five enormous bronze gates floated in a higher domain.
No matter the angle, as long as he tried to lift his head, he would feel that the five gates—and an even more distant black sun—were somewhere above him.
That was a region of higher dimensions than the space he occupied. No matter which way he moved, he could not escape, because this spacetime had no concepts such as distance, direction, length, or duration.
Day after day passed. Even Tantai Tanmie did not understand his own condition. He had been sealed into a place far removed from the material world, one