As the thunder dissipated, Fang Yun cast a regretful glance at the heights above, then swept his gaze across the surroundings. He descended swiftly and landed on a beach of silver sand.
On one side stretched an endless azure ocean; on the other rose rolling ranges of verdant mountains.
The sky was a clear blue, utterly empty.
There was no sun, either.
This was an incomparably massive planet.
No one knew what the Ancient Realm Core truly was, or where it lay.
Fang Yun stood upon the Silver Sand Beach and began to think.
Very few secrets of the Ancient Realm Core had ever leaked out, for every secret within was suppressed by the power of the Kunlun Ancient Realm and could not be discussed after one left. Even Saint Ancestors would silently lose their memories concerning the Ancient Realm Core.
Any important record related to the Ancient Realm Core would disappear for no apparent reason.
Only one rather ordinary piece of information—or perhaps speculation—had become the Myriad Worlds' sole means of understanding the Ancient Realm Core, and it had also become the origin of Treasure Land Studies.
According to legend, the Ancient Realm Core was an enormous Treasure Land. Within it, one grain of sand held one world, one drop of water contained a cosmos, one flower made a heaven and earth; all things were treasures.
As for whether one could take those treasures away, that depended entirely on luck.
Beyond that, the Ancient Realm Core buried the saints and ancestors of old and concealed countless inheritances.
The greatest danger in the Ancient Realm Core was the Corpse Awakening that wandered everywhere.
Whenever the Ancient Realm Core opened, the Corpse Awakenings would rise one after another. If one was lucky, one would encounter only a few. But if a