In the vast, endless universe.
Thunderous flying vessels streaked across the sky, leaving trails of Sword Qi in their wake. The sword intent of thunderous destruction slowly faded.
These were the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm's mechanical thunder vessels, carrying cultivators to the Celestial Craft Star Chain Battlefield. The journey had continued for thousands of years, with no telling when it would end.
Inside the mechanical thunder vessels, each as vast as a world, rode hundreds of millions of Dao-soldier cultivators of every rank. All had undergone years of battle-formation training and were filled with dreams of the sword.
Deep within the soul of one such cultivator, a pair of eyes silently watched the world outside.
"The most dangerous time is right now."
"Has a Supreme already cast a net across heaven and earth, waiting for me on the road to the Celestial Craft Star Chain World Cluster?"
Jiang Ding's voice was cold.
The journey had been largely uneventful. Aside from three interceptions and sieges by experts of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm, which had cost them many mechanical vessels and Dao soldiers, nothing unexpected had happened.
Now they were nearing the Celestial Craft Star Chain World Cluster.
In the distance, a murky yellow river flowed past the Celestial Craft Star Chain World Cluster like a jade belt, poised between illusion and reality. Through some unknown series of contrived coincidences, it had come to allow only cultivators below the Celestial realm to pass, creating a half-sealed world cluster.
That murky yellow river was a tiny tributary of the legendary Yellow Springs River.
Any Celestial or stronger expert who tried to force their way into the world cluster would risk sinking into it completely and falling into the Yellow Springs River.
"This place..."
Jiang Ding gazed at the Celestial Craft Star Chain