The Sea of Realms was boundless. Each crystalline spray reflected a Great Universe, and each crashing wave marked the rise and fall of the River of Time. Even the shortest distance was a heavenly abyss between realms. Even an Immortal King who crossed a cosmos with each step needed several eras to traverse it.
Deep within it, time and space were completely overturned, and travelers lost all sense of direction. To return, they could only rely on an elusive feeling. An Immortal King shared an inexplicable bond with his Mother Realm, and that was his greatest point of reference.
Since the Emperor-Fall Era, only three domains had remained standing: the Foreign Realm, the Burial Domain, and the Immortal Realm. Even the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, second only to those three, had been shattered during the Immortal Ancient Era. The other broken realms were beyond counting.
Countless powerful beings had lost their bearings and become trapped in the Sea of Realms, suffering untold misery. Yet now someone had lit World Extinction. Its fragrance filled heaven and earth, turning the Foreign Realm into an enormous beacon of light, a lighthouse in the darkness that showed them the way.
The kings of the Sea of Realms surged toward it like moths to a flame. Although their destination was not their Mother Realm, that no longer mattered. They would reach shore first and worry about the rest later. They intended to borrow this passage to return!
Thunder rumbled, and the sounds of the Dao resounded throughout the heavens. One radiant, towering figure after another manifested, crossing the sea from several eras away. Those who could venture to such depths without perishing were at least supreme Immortal Kings, and there was no shortage of giants among them.
Some used peaceful means, standing aboard black