The Sharp Edge Pointed Straight at Immortal Lord of Heavenly Secrets

North Nether was sealed in ice for ten thousand miles, vast and boundless.

If the Outer Sea was a place where heroes stood in great numbers and the Myriad Clans lived side by side, then this place was a paradise for demonic beasts. Beneath the ink-black surface of the water lurked countless terrifying deep-sea overlords.

Nine-Headed Sea Serpents, North Nether Mystic Turtles, Ice Crystal Jellyfish... the bloodlines of many fierce beasts originating from the savage ancient era continued here without end. Among them, the most powerful beings could even stand as equals against the Kun Clan.

This was not strange. One had to know that the breadth of North Nether far surpassed the other three regions combined, and with its extreme, frigid environment, the fierce beasts it nurtured were innately formidable, far beyond what creatures of the outside world could compare to.

Among them were many individuals of surpassing strength. It was only because their habits were solitary and their numbers sparse that they had failed to gather into clans, their reputations remaining obscure.

These overlords maneuvered freely through the deep sea, plundering life essence by instinct and maintaining North Nether's primal law of the weak being prey to the strong.

Yet in this sea region where slaughter never ceased, There was an island that stood utterly out of place. Countless overlords swam to the surrounding waters, only to seem as if they had encountered an invisible forbidden zone, and one after another, they took detours around it.

The island towered into the clouds, Immortal Qi surging vast and mighty, as if suspended at the peak of the Cloud Sea, breathing in and out the Essence of Sun and Moon.

Upon the vast, boundless earth, however, all sounds were stilled. Only a few ancient trees of unknown name stood there,