"I learned a little about the Central Domain and the Outer-World Battlefield from the Pure Moon Convent's archives," Su Qingwan said.
Zhao Feng knew the Pure Moon Convent's origins were far from simple, so he listened intently.
"The Outer-World Battlefield is the foremost front in our world's struggle against the Outer-World Races. Those races don't exist only in Wild Province. They come from beyond our world, seeping through a World Barrier deep within Wild Province that mighty cultivators sealed in ancient times. That barrier predates Primordial Antiquity. It was already there when the Divine Continent first came into being."
Zhao Feng unfolded the map in his hands again, his gaze falling on Wild Province. That region seemed to hang in empty space, marked on the map as a vast blank expanse. Only a few indistinct contour lines sketched out the lay of the land; there were no other recognizable markings. He looked up at Su Qingwan. "What lies beyond the World Barrier?"
Su Qingwan withdrew her hands from the edge of the table and folded them before her. Her gaze passed over Zhao Feng's shoulder, lingering briefly on the map of the Upper Capital on the wall before returning to the two sheets of paper in front of him. "The Pure Moon Convent's records don't say clearly. Most of those recorded as having crossed the World Barrier never returned. Of the few who did, most died soon afterward for various reasons. But every account shares one description: the Otherworld of the Races beyond the World Barrier is different from our world. Its laws are older, more primitive, and more savage. History records several invasions of the Divine Continent."
Zhao Feng fell silent for a moment. He compared Su Qingwan's description with the aura of the Evil Gods he had sensed