The Chaos Star Sea lay beyond the far north of the Eternal Three Thousand Star Territory. Only those with immense power could reach it. Karma could not encroach upon it, and even the Karma Immortal Boat could not reach this place.
Yet.
In recent years, anguished screams and mournful howls from the mighty figures of Eternal Antiquity had been echoing incessantly throughout the regions of the Star Sea.
A hundred years later.
On a certain Chaos Continent.
With the unconscious Black Duck dangling from his right hand, Chen Xun strolled across the chaos cloud sea to the entrance of a mountain sect.
He slowly raised his head.
Ahead, the chaos gradually dispersed, revealing a vast sweep of mountains stretching across heaven and earth.
The mountains were not tall, but their ridges pressed against one another in layers. Their ranges stretched on like cast iron, firmly anchoring this expanse of chaos. Clearly, this was a place tempered for ages by a Dao Lineage.
The mountain gate of the Fu Shi Religion stood at the heart of the range.
The stone gate was ancient, its pillars broad. The Dao patterns upon them were not elaborate, yet they possessed a chilling air of slaughter, as though the mountains, the earth veins, and all fortune converged here.
Beyond the gate, halls stood at varying heights, and towers were built along the slopes. Mist churned around the mountainsides, through which patrolling cultivators could faintly be seen, like moving engravings embedded in the mountains.
The entire Fu Shi Religion revealed no sharp edge, yet possessed an imposing presence that forbade outsiders from setting foot within.
And before this mountain gate, firm as iron.
Chen Xun stood upon the chaos cloud sea, holding the unconscious Black Duck in one hand. His figure was neither towering nor slight,