Across this land, enormous pillars of aura from mystical mineral veins occasionally burst forth. Thick as rivers of stars, they shot straight into the heavens, dyeing the horizon into a dazzling, multicolored light curtain...
The colors of these aura pillars varied wildly. Some blazed hot as raging flames, some were cold as frost, and some raged like thunderbolts.
Their presence seemed to be the only pulse within this silent and dead Divine Mountain Continent!
This was the boundless Divine Mountain Continent, a desolate world beyond all imagination. It was so barren, yet so majestic and magnificent.
Standing upon this continent, the group of immortals felt as though they could hear the thunderous roar from the Beginning of Heaven and Earth and sense the shock of the first separation of chaos. For a time, they even forgot to breathe in and cultivate.
And countless Divine Mountain Continents like this had been born where the Heaven and Earth Battlefield collided... exceeding the limits of this group of immortals' understanding of the Three Thousand Great Worlds!
Silence lasted for a full hour.
"Still, I found a little of the feeling I had in my youth," someone said with a faint smile.
"Hehe, I remember feeling just like this when I first set foot upon the immortal path," an immortal replied with a calm smile.
"Carefree in a single thought, observing the vastness of heaven and earth."
"Haha, when I walked beneath heaven and earth in my youth, I too feared neither heaven nor earth. Life and death had long been put aside. Yet after becoming immortal and suppressing the Great World Source, that spirit had vanished."
"It is not too late for Immortal Friend to recover your Dao Heart. Congratulations!"
"Hehe, same joy to you, Daoist Friend."
The immortals spoke one after