That year.
Chen Xun took Big Black Ox, He Ling, and Little Crimson aboard the World Breaking Ship to a place far away—an exceptionally distant continent of the Immortal Realm.
It lay far from the Three Thousand Immortal Territories, far from the Immortal Soil Beyond the Domains, far from the Heavenly Frontier, far from the Eternal Immortal Frontier, and far from everything they knew.
In less than half a year, the ship traveled hundreds of millions of miles, crossing layer upon layer of Boundary-Breaking Seas before finally reaching an extremely distant realm of the Immortal Realm Heaven and Earth.
That continent lay quietly across the depths of the void, vast and boundless, like a giant black-iron beast that had slumbered for hundreds of millions of years, shrouded in ancient chaotic rosy light. The native living beings of the Immortal Realm called it—the Mysterious Ruins Continent.
The earth rose and fell like leaping dragon veins, towering mountains reached the heavens, snow ridges stretched across the land, and rivers thundered into the sea. Its grandeur was bold and sweeping, as if it were an epic of heaven and earth written in mountains.
These great peaks were deep and majestic, their ridges jagged. Between the mountain ranges, the light of Immortal Spirit Stones flowed like an upside-down Star River, illuminating heaven and earth.
This land held no smoke and fire of the mortal world, only the lingering grace of immortals and the long cries of mineral veins. Its bearing was solemn and vast.
Its people possessed the nature of mountains. They revered the Great Dao, acted forthrightly and decisively, feared heaven and earth, yet dared to defy the heavens in pursuit of immortality.
The mountains and rivers were broad, grand and sweeping. Myriad races stood side by side, each concealing its own sharp