Beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, where the Primordial Ancient Realm bordered the Burial Domain and the Foreign Domain.
As the frontline battlefield where the Nine Heavens had clashed with the Foreign Domain for several eras, this was no fertile land brimming with life, but a barren, deathly silent wasteland of annihilation, without a trace of vitality.
Countless Dao Principles seemed to flow between heaven and earth. They were the power of the Heavenly Abyss, as well as the remnants of Immortal King battles throughout countless previous eras, long since engraved into the void. They were incomparably tragic and heroic, with a hidden sorrow faintly flowing through them.
After all, far too many beings had died fighting on this land. In that battle of old, even the most exalted had fallen. Their unyielding wills intertwined, bearing the last wishes of the departed, making heaven and earth grieve with them and the myriad Daos mourn together.
This power transcended even life and death. It had come across the ages of eternity and would continue to endure, never dissipating even when eras ended and ancient realms changed.
Above the ancient battlefield, a city stood silently between heaven and earth.
It was an enormous city, its walls covered in mottled scars. It looked exceedingly ancient and desolate, with almost no one coming or going.
Such a scene was strange at the intersection of two realms, and utterly different from the majestic Imperial Pass not far away. There, countless soldiers stood ready day and night, and the patrols atop the walls were too numerous to count. Compared with this ancient city in the sky, it was like another world.
Yet compared with the Imperial Pass, as majestic as a barrier between worlds, perhaps this city before them looked more like the true gateway