The Twin Stones exchanged a glance and stepped onto the path without hesitation.
Light flashed, and the two vanished, leaving the ancient Kings staring at one another.
On the great road formed by the Reception Ancient Halls, the Twin Stones walked forward side by side.
The Boundary Sea was vast, the darkness endless. Apart from this brilliantly shining road, everything was shrouded in thick black mist. Nothing could be seen, not even the sea's surface. It was pitch-black as ink, terrifying beyond measure.
They seemed to be advancing toward the ultimate source of darkness.
"The Ancient Halls are sacred, yet they lead into darkness," Shi Hao sighed softly.
"The truth of this world's darkness far exceeds anything its people imagine," Shi Yi murmured.
Their movements looked unhurried, but each step carried them across distances measured in epochs. Even time flowed backward, as though they were advancing into the distant past.
This speed was astonishing. Had they gritted their teeth and crossed as before, who knew how many tens of thousands of years they would have needed to traverse this region?
At last, they reached the end of the black mist. Here, space and time were in chaos, suppressed by inexplicable laws of the Great Dao. It was difficult to describe.
The road connecting the Reception Ancient Halls shot straight out of the black mist, and the Twin Stones reached the other shore of the Boundary Sea just like that.
The two stood above the sea and examined their surroundings.
A hint of surprise appeared in Shi Hao's eyes, for the scene was different from what he had imagined.
This place was extraordinarily quiet, entirely unlike the other sea regions. There was not the slightest wind or wave, as though heaven and earth had frozen solid.
An immense, dull-gray embankment