Within Heavenly Lord Manor.
Ni Canghuan's brows flew upward. He merely cast a casual glance at Chen Xun's family, who were traveling through several markets of the Lower Cloud Realm, and in his eyes there was no distinction of race—every one of them was a slave meant to nourish his Immortal Dao.
The only reason for that flicker of surprise in his eyes earlier was that they had arrived riding Lan Beasts.
Within the market.
Chen Xun's gaze narrowed slightly, a cryptic smile curling at his lips. It was best not to cause trouble in the sky neighboring the Five Aggregates Immortal Sect.
Three years later.
One of the Starwave Winged Clan's vast armies of ten million encountered a sky-filling fog while crossing the Immortal River. The mist was dense and heavy, almost tangible. The ten-million-strong army sank into it, and no matter how hard they tried, they could not find a way out. They could only remain trapped within the boundless fog.
Time flowed on, and another two years passed.
Another ten-million-strong army of the Starwave Winged Clan was blocked during its march by a Star Lan Storm triggered by several hundred great stars.
Where the storm raged, space twisted and energy surged wildly. Even a Star Lan Sage Lord would be trapped within, unable to break free, left struggling bitterly amid the endless Star Lan Storm with no means of escape.
At the same time, all manner of immense and bizarre phenomena kept emerging along the edges of the Star Lan Domain.
These strange sights came in every conceivable form. Dazzling radiance sometimes condensed into enormous, mysterious Dao inscriptions that floated in the sky and shone with eerie light. At other times, pitch-black abyssal rifts appeared out of nowhere, issuing waves of bloodcurdling howls.
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