The Emperor and Empress

Zhang Xuezhou had seen night, but he had never seen the depths of night.

Sitting outside the winery, Zhang Xuezhou looked up at the sky.

It was an endless expanse of darkness. A few scattered stars struggled to give off their faint light, but they failed to illuminate a single part of the sky, making it look deeper and more unfathomable instead.

He had now lost track of time.

With the master of the hidden realm borrowing his body to battle with techniques, Zhang Xuezhou had not returned to reality for several days.

If he had not known that he had been forcibly dragged here, Zhang Xuezhou would almost have suspected that he had died in the real world.

He had long harbored many doubts about his travel between the two worlds, as well as fears. He often worried what would become of one self if the other died.

Now, Zhang Xuezhou had gained a preliminary understanding of the situation.

He had also caught a glimpse of the truth behind his travel and understood the height he needed to reach at the very least.

That might be the beginning of unraveling the mystery of his own existence.

"At the very least, I need to be like the master of the Kunlun Ruins!"

Zhang Xuezhou had not seen that master of the hidden realm for several days. Every day, the black bird carried food in its beak and dropped it at the winery door to keep him from starving to death.

To Zhang Xuezhou, the masters of the hidden realms and Holy Lands were unquestionably the strongest people he knew of.

The exalted one of the Xieluosi River Holy Land, the Dao Lord of the Yedie River Holy Land, the master of the hidden realm in the Kunlun Ruins, Emperor Jing,