The Ancient Realm.
This was a mysterious world, seemingly suspended above the sky, forever wreathed in endless clouds and mist like an immortal paradise. The spiritual energy here was as vast and dense as an ocean compared to the outside world. If an ordinary person had the fortune to cultivate here, a single day would be worth several months outside.
Countless steep mountain ranges filled this land. Every few moments, figures flashed across the heavens, the powerful auras they faintly revealed enough to make many people outside stop and stare. Yet everyone here remained unperturbed, heads lowered as they went about their business, seemingly accustomed to high-ranking experts rarely seen in the outside world.
Beneath the clouds stood an exceptionally precipitous Mountain Peak, thrusting into the heavens like a colossal sword. Looking up, one could see only swirling mist, its summit hidden from sight.
At the cloud-wreathed summit of the Mountain Peak sat an enormous rounded boulder.
An ordinary little courtyard had been built upon it.
Blue roof tiles, stone terraces, and the shade of green trees made it look like any ordinary home.
Inside, a middle-aged man in coarse gray linen lay at ease, his features utterly unremarkable. Gu Yuan raised an eyebrow as though sensing something, finally lifting his head to glance toward the courtyard gate.
Ripples swept through the previously tranquil space, as though an invisible hand had forcibly torn it apart.
Then several figures stepped out of the rift in succession.
Leading them was a white-haired elder, his face bristling with anger. Behind him stood a young man with strikingly handsome, almost otherworldly features, silver-white hair, and a rather brawny build. The last figure did not emerge under his own power, but was carried out on a stretcher by two Black Annihilation Army soldiers, looking deeply