From afar, it appeared to be an island suspended in the endless Star Sea, mysterious and ancient amid the cold universe.
"This is the battlefield where an immortal fell?" The group was astonished.
The island hung there, dark and silent, utterly out of place against the stars filling the sky.
They had thought it was small, but as they approached, they realized their mistake. This was no island-it was an entire continent that had endured since time immemorial!
They had simply been too far away earlier. Only as it gradually grew in their vision did they realize how vast it was, spanning at least tens of millions of li by their estimate.
If Lin Fan had to describe the landmass's size, it would have rivaled an entire province he had seen in the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.
Boom!
Suddenly, as the warship approached the island and was about to touch down, an immense pressure struck.
It was as though they had entered a field. The hull shook incessantly under the crushing pressure and friction, and parts of it burst into flames, on the verge of melting.
"Long ago, an immortal died in battle here. The blood that dripped onto the earth formed a field governed by special laws, repelling anything from outside," an elder explained.
Fortunately, the Immortal Academy had already prepared a way to deal with it. They steered the Golden Warship back and forth through the void, seemingly following a particular course.
Sure enough, the hull shook far less, and they slowly descended toward the ground.
During the descent, everyone also heard a shrill, mournful howl, as though it had traveled through boundless time and space to reach every person's ears.
"What is that sound?"
"Why does it sound like gods weeping and demons roaring?"
Their hair stood