They found virtually nothing on the many islands and reefs, discovering a Five-Colored Altar on only one small island.
The Kun Peng Clan had used this Five-Colored Altar many times to cross between the stars. Even now, the Five-Colored Crystals upon it still gleamed.
"It looks like that Ancient Saint-level Kun Peng must have gone to another star domain," Jiang Zhu guessed.
"It's time to leave."
Jiang Zhu looked back at the Kunpeng Nest. The islands and reefs still stood there quietly, and that mysterious gateway still towered there, yet it had already vanished.
From now on, this place would become a ruin, never again able to turn a great fish into a Kun Peng. Still, with one more pure-blooded Kun Peng in the world, the Kun Peng Clan would presumably be happy to see this outcome. Jiang Zhu sighed softly, filled with emotion.
The Northern Sea was a vast expanse of darkness. Ink-black waves surged and churned, boundless and majestic.
According to records from the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, the Fusang Divine Tree had been born in Tang Valley in the Eastern Sea. Yet at some unknown time, it had vanished without a trace.
The once-empty Northern Sea was now packed with cultivators. Countless cultivators stood densely clustered in the void.
These cultivators all possessed at least the strength of a half-step great power. More of them were Great Powers, and there were even some king-level figures.
An Ancient Emperor's entire divine treasury is about to emerge. This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. We absolutely cannot miss it! This was what every cultivator thought.
Over the preceding period, fierce battles had erupted one after another in the Northern Sea.
Many major powers had obtained a fragment of an incomplete map. Only a few powers favored by timing and location had