This place seemed cut off from the world. Without the strange substances in the Reincarnation Road to guide him, even finding this stretch of the road would have been extraordinarily difficult, let alone setting foot on it.
Nor did this place seem ever to have intended to communicate with the outside world. It simply lay hidden in the darkness, silently bearing the passage of ages and its secrets alone.
In the boundless Sea of Realms, vast as an endless abyss, the Reincarnation Road and the Altar connecting it to the outside world hung like two lonely stars abandoned by time, suspended in those mysterious dark waters.
Someone had once tried to search the crumbling ruins for a clue about reincarnation.
But everything before him seemed shrouded in thick fog. He could not even tell what era these ruins belonged to.
As far as the eye could see, the ruins outside gave off an ancient, weathered air, as though countless epochs had washed over them.
They appeared to predate the Emperor Fall Era at the very least, perhaps even reaching back to an earlier age forgotten by the world.
Across the long River of Ages, every trace of existence was like a guttering candle in the wind. Under time's merciless erosion, almost all had vanished.
Once, this might have been a flourishing world, filled with bustling crowds, magnificent buildings, and a dazzling civilization.
Now, only this shattered world remained, fallen into the Sea of Realms. Held in the embrace of cold silence, as though sealed in frozen amber, it had barely preserved a few blurred traces of its former life.
The writings that had recorded its glorious history, the marks of human wisdom and ingenuity, and the mysterious runes of the Dao had all quietly disappeared into the flood of years,