By rights, the Heavens should have been a supreme world transcending the Heavens and Myriad Worlds. Yet all that met the eye was deathly silence and desolation, like a ghost realm in the Mortal World.
Black mist, gray mist, and other forms of dark matter floated in dense masses, sinister and cold. Deathly energy and withered bones intertwined, stretching to the edge of sight.
This place was not entirely devoid of refined essence, but its aura was extremely impure, mingled with decay and chaos, without the slightest purity.
Clearly, this region had once suffered an earth-shaking catastrophe, and a Dao Lineage had been utterly destroyed.
Farther in the distance, the sight was even more terrifying.
There was only boundless darkness there. Vast fog surged like an ocean; a gentle sweep could easily submerge over a hundred macrocosms.
This was the true face of the Heavens!
Only beings at the End-of-the-Road level were qualified to glimpse it. Even lofty Dao Ancestors lacked the ability to see through to its essence.
To ordinary people, the Heavens were a scene brimming with life, magnificent and glorious.
The land was vast and boundless, its mountains and rivers beautiful and varied. Countless Evolutionaries traveled freely across the sky, riding the wind.
Not far away, the tallest mountain towered majestically into the clouds. Its slopes radiated dazzling Great Dao brilliance, as though resonating with the world.
At its foot, jade palaces stood in close ranks, stretching in unbroken clusters. Disciples came and went without cease, each bearing an extraordinary air. The mountain gate was majestic and imposing, like a portal fashioned by nature itself, its dignity inviolable.
Immortal birds soared through the sky, while auspicious beasts lay quietly among the trees, guarding this pure land and filling the entire region with an air of peace and