A hundred years.
Three hundred years.
Five hundred years.
An unnatural look flashed across Chen Xun's face. He had finally almost caught up. He did not even know how far he had walked through the void, unable to see the outlines of the Great Worlds.
Nor could he see the outlines of the countless realms born within the void... not even a dead star existed.
Yet this place still had no boundaries. No matter how far one traveled, there was only profound darkness, desolation, silence, and cold emptiness.
In the distance.
A brilliant radiance stood out starkly, like a lighthouse amid a raging storm.
It was the glow of the Primordial Chaos Immortal Treasure, the Big Dipper Immortal Stele.
Zhi Yun had remained here for fifty years. His pupil-less eye sockets seemed to be searching for something, his expression so tranquil that he seemed to have stopped breathing.
Thirty thousand years ago.
Following the Heavenly Dao Mirror's guidance, he had journeyed onward without pause until he reached a Primordial Chaos Heaven and Earth. It was magnificent, majestic; any lavish praise seemed insignificant before that heaven and earth.
Zhi Yun was certain that it was the ultimate great power pursued by cultivators.
Yet it was still only an extension of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, merely a materialized form of heaven and earth. The Primordial Chaos River... was not the Immortal Realm.
And this place was precisely the front line of the war between two worlds, something no living being's power could influence.
Zhi Yun did not know why he had been guided here either.
Yet he carried a great secret that the beings of the great age could never foresee: he had seen the Immortal Realm!
No one knew how vast its heavens were, nor how thick its