That year.
Chen Xun took Black Bull, He Ling, and Little Scarlet aboard the Boundary-Breaking Boat to a very distant place—an exceedingly remote continent of the Immortal Realm.
It lay far from the Three Thousand Immortal Domains, far from the Three Thousand Immortal Provinces, far from the Outer Immortal Land, far from the Heaven Territory, far from the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory, far from everything familiar to them.
In less than half a year, the boat traveled billions of miles, crossing layer upon layer of Seas of Severed Realms before finally reaching an exceedingly distant heaven and earth of the Immortal Realm.
That continent lay silently across the depths of the void, boundless and vast, like a colossal black-iron beast that had slumbered for hundreds of millions of years, shrouded in ancient chaotic radiance. The native beings of this Immortal Realm called it—the Profound Ruins Continent.
The earth rose and fell like soaring dragon veins, towering mountains touched the heavens, snowy ridges stretched endlessly, and rivers surged into the sea. Its grandeur was broad and unrestrained, like an epic of heaven and earth written in mountains.
These great peaks were deep and majestic, their ridges jagged. Between the mountain ranges, the light of Immortal Spirit Stones flowed like an inverted river of stars, illuminating heaven and earth.
There was no mortal smoke or flame in this land, only the lingering grace of Immortals and the endless hum of mineral veins. Its bearing was solemn and desolate.
Its people possessed the temperament of mountains. They revered the Great Dao, acted bluntly and decisively, feared heaven and earth, yet dared to defy the heavens in pursuit of Immortals.
The mountains and rivers were vast, broad and unrestrained. The myriad races stood side by side, yet each carried its own sharp edge. Like