A hundred years.
Three hundred years.
Five hundred years.
A flicker of unease crossed Chen Xun's face. He was finally about to catch up. He did not even know how far he had walked through the void, unable to see the outline of the Great World's heavens and earth.
Nor could he see the outlines of the countless Domains born from the void... not even a dead star.
Yet this place still had no boundary. No matter how far one traveled, there was only deep darkness, withered silence, and cold emptiness.
Far away.
A brilliant radiance stood out sharply, like a lighthouse amid a storm.
It was the light of the Primordial Immortal Treasure, the Big Dipper Immortal Stele.
Supreme Fortune had remained here for fifty years. His pupil-less eye sockets seemed to be searching for something, while his expression was so tranquil that it seemed he had ceased breathing.
Thirty thousand years ago.
Following the Heavenly Dao Mirror's guidance, he had pressed onward without pause until he reached a Primordial Heaven and Earth. It was magnificent and majestic; every word of praise seemed pitifully small before that stretch of heaven and earth.
Supreme Fortune was certain that this was the ultimate mighty power pursued by cultivators.
Yet this was still only an extension of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, merely a manifestation of heaven and earth. The Primordial River... was not the Immortal Realm.
And this place was precisely the frontline of the great war between two heavens and earths, something no living being could influence.
Supreme Fortune did not know why he had been guided here.
In truth, he harbored a great secret that beings of the Great World could never foresee: he had seen the Immortal Realm!
None knew how vast the heavens were, nor