Across this land, enormous pillars of aura from wondrous mineral veins occasionally erupted into the sky. Thick as rivers of stars, they shot straight into the heavens, dyeing the horizon into a dazzling curtain of color...
The pillars came in every hue. Some blazed like raging flames, some were cold as frost, and some roared with the fury of thunder.
Their presence seemed to be the sole pulse of life upon this deathly Divine Mountain Continent!
This was the boundless Divine Mountain Continent, a desolate world beyond all imagination—so barren, yet so lofty and magnificent.
Standing upon this continent, the Immortals felt as though they could hear the thunderous roar from when heaven and earth first opened, feel the shock of chaos first dividing. For a time, they even forgot to breathe and circulate their energy.
And there were countless Divine Mountain Continents like this where the Heaven-and-Earth Battlefield collided... It surpassed the limits of these Immortals' understanding of the Three Thousand Great Worlds!
Silence endured for a full hour.
"It does bring back a little of how I felt when I was young," someone said with a faint smile.
"Hehe, I remember feeling just like this when I first stepped onto the path of immortality," an Immortal replied with an easy smile.
"With a single thought, one wanders free and gazes upon the vastness of heaven and earth."
"Haha, when I traveled the world in my youth, I too feared neither heaven nor earth and had long cast life and death aside. Yet after becoming an Immortal and suppressing the Great World Origin, that spirit faded away."
"It is not too late for you to reclaim your Dao heart, Immortal friend. Congratulations!"
"Hehe, the same congratulations to you, Daoist friend."
The Immortals spoke one after another, and the