The far west, the Disc Continent.
Primordial chaos swirled, shrouding everything in a murky haze.
The rivers and mountains lay in exceedingly strange configurations. Here, mystic mountains soared through the air, blotting out the sun; there, great rivers flowed backward into the Heavenly Firmament. Even heaven and earth seemed ready to stick together, leaving far too little space between them.
Ash-gray primordial chaos qi billowed ceaselessly, growing thinner farther out from the center of the Disc Continent.
Along the coast, one could still traverse the great void and establish cultivation grounds. Heaven and earth were farther apart there, too, so wind-riding flight would not send one crashing into the vault of heaven and dissolving into primordial chaos through a moment's carelessness.
Great winds laden with primordial chaos rose, and dark heavens surged here, enclosing a vast realm.
Upon entering the coastal reaches of the Disc Continent, one saw burning winds howl and dry qi rise. Countless monsters and corpse puppets had gathered into armies, ceaselessly transporting timber and stone to build a city.
The black city lay like a colossal dragon across the boundary of the Disc Continent, barring cultivators who sought to enter from due east. It was still unfinished, with gaps remaining, but a dark mysterious plaque already hung above its gate, bearing the words:
[Dark Crow City]
Yet a speck of silver light appeared upon this dark frontier.
The demons startled, their clamor boiling up. That speck of silver light parted the great winds of primordial chaos and walked, step by step, toward the center of the Disc Continent, utterly indifferent to the surrounding sights.
Pair after pair of golden eyes as large as mountains emerged from the darkness. Scales, feathers, and claws appeared and vanished within the primordial chaos. Whenever a great wind swept past, it