"The vastness of the Primordial is boundless." Yun Mengyao looked at Qin Yi and said solemnly, "Do you know how big the One Desolate is? It's at least ten times the size of your planet."
Everyone was shocked. The area of a single Desolate is ten times that of Earth, so wouldn't the Eight Desolates be endlessly vast?
Yun Mengyao spoke with a heavy tone: "Qin Yi, the Four Seas are the heavens, and the Eight Desolates are the earth. The Four Seas are dozens of times larger than the Eight Desolates. And the Netherworld Clan, they are the masters of the Nether Sea. You can't even begin to imagine the extent of the Netherworld Clan's power. The hope of obtaining the Resurrection Technique from them is slim."
All present were visibly shaken; the Netherworld Clan controlling the Nether Sea was a terrifying thought.
"Qin Yi, the horror of the Primordial is beyond imagination. I don't want to see you grieved and despondent, which is why I'm telling you this..."
