It was night.
Chen Jichuan sat cross-legged in his cave abode as the surrounding scenes shifted endlessly. At times, thick mist obscured the path ahead; at others, clear skies revealed an azure expanse washed clean. Occasionally, cultivators could be seen soaring through the sky or darting across the earth, and at other times, giant ships and airships roared past, firing rounds into the distance.
The heavens, the oceans, the lands.
Cultivators, Magical Treasures, technology.
These scenes changed rapidly, revealing glimpses deep within the Mysterious Realm.
"Ninety-one years."
"Eleven Ten Thousand Demon Maps."
"One hundred and ten Divinity Transformation stage demon servants."
