The Chaos Star Sea lay beyond the farthest north of the Eternal Ancient Three Thousand Star Domains. Only those of immense divine power could reach it. Karma could not encroach upon it, and even the Cause-and-Effect Immortal Boat could not arrive here.
Yet.
In recent years, agonized screams and wails from mighty figures across Eternal Ancient had continuously echoed through every domain of the Star Sea.
A hundred years later.
On a certain Chaos continent.
Chen Xun strode upon the Chaos cloud sea, casually carrying a Black Duck that had lost its senses in his right hand as he walked to the gates of a mountain sect.
He slowly raised his head.
The Chaos ahead gradually dispersed, revealing a vast mountain range stretching across heaven and earth.
The mountains were not tall, yet they pressed down upon one another in layered ranks. Their ridges extended like cast iron, firmly suppressing a region of Chaos. This was clearly a place tempered by a Dao lineage for ages.
The gates of the Fushi Cult stood at the heart of the mountain range.
The stone gates were ancient, their pillars broad. The Dao Patterns upon them were not intricate, yet they carried a stern, murderous air of their own, as though the mountain range, earth veins, and fate itself all converged here.
Beyond the gates, halls stood in scattered tiers, while pavilions had been built against the mountainside. Mist churned around the waist of the mountains, and one could vaguely see cultivators of the sect on patrol, like flowing engravings set into the mountain's contours.
The entire Fushi Cult revealed no sharp edge, yet it possessed an innate pressure that forbade outsiders from setting foot within.
And before these gates, as stable as iron.
Chen Xun stood upon the Chaos cloud sea, holding