It's getting better, it's all getting better!

The temple has opened, the Empire will soon rise!

The temple is here, won't the revival succeed?

After enduring a long journey full of trials and tribulations, Wuyou stood on the deck with his people, gazing at the scenery within the Crack Realm.

With the wind blowing against them, their robes fluttered, bringing about a sense of exhilaration like the joy of a smooth ride in the spring breeze.

Regrettably, there were no sights of Chang'an or flowers ahead.

Just a world seemingly frozen at the end...

In the enormous Crack Realm where the endless sea of clouds rose and fell, countless masses of earth and debris floated in the vast void. Despite the tempestuous gales sweeping across, the fragments remained unmoving.

Streaks of lightning crisscrossed through the void, seemingly forever paused at that instant, eternally frozen in mid-air, as if cast in iron.

Sparks burst forth from the flashes of lightning, suspended in the air, bringing scattered light.

The heavens and earth were inverted.

At this moment, above the sky was a bizarre undulating deep sea, appearing and disappearing like a phantom. Yet it emitted a chilling aura that instinctively made one want to stay away.

Below, in the depths of the sea of dark clouds, countless phosphorescent fires rose from the abyss, passing through numerous ruins before plummeting into the deep sea above.

Dreamlike and phantasmagorical, so splendid.

Wuyou glanced back, and immediately one of his subordinates opened a cage, releasing a batch of seabirds they had captured.

In an instant, piercing cries echoed one after another.

Upon leaving the deck and entering the Crack Realm, all the birds scattered as if they were headless flies, flying erratically or plummeting.

Some inexplicably exploded into a mist of blood and flesh; others accidentally rushed into the Thunderbolt, instantly turning to ash by the solidified lightning.

Still others collided with the eerie phosphorescent fires rising from the abyss. The strands of light danced wildly like sparks, hungrily enclosing the birds, burrowing into their bodies, and then swiftly exploding into more phosphorescent fire, attacking every living thing.

Some even charged directly toward the deck.

Pop!

Wuyou flicked a finger, and the phosphorescent fire exploded in mid-air, then divided into countless smaller phosphorescent lights, scattering like snow, penetrating everywhere.

Yet they were blocked by Tian Yuan's repulsion.

Only the sizzle sounded continuously, and on the deck, everyone's expressions, including Shekri's, couldn't help but change slightly as they all stepped back.

Tian Yuan's repulsion field was actually corroded, burning-like phosphorescent lights wriggling forward, but soon they extinguished.

For a moment, no one dared to make a sound, holding their breath.

Even though they were unscathed.

But at this moment, wasn't the number of phosphorescent fires in the Crack Realm merely vast and limitless?

Endless!

If they provoked them...

"Circle around, don't confront these ghostly things head-on." Wuyou's expression darkened slightly, but despite a minor setback, he was not discouraged.

After all, this was once the temple of the Empire, how could it be without any danger?

At this moment, the huge ship above the sea of clouds shrank further, cautiously avoiding the phosphorescent fires under guidance, taking a detour.

Yet even detours couldn't escape the hidden dangers lurking in the dark.

In some places, there was nothing, but as the ship passed, a large silent gash appeared, as if it had hit an invisible knife.

Others appeared fine, but a gust of breeze blew from afar, sweeping over the deck, and those unfortunate enough to be grazed by the wind suddenly stopped and turned to ash.

Tangible threats were secondary, already causing distress, but such sudden crises truly sent shivers down one's spine.

Moreover, among the countless massive ruins and scattered building fragments, it was a maze of impossibility, with no clear way to escape.

The only thing they could rely on was the ancient document in Wuyou's hand.

The document, stamped with the seal of the past Empire, upon entering the Crack Realm, flew out of his hand, rising and transforming into a wisp of phantom light, regardless of whether they could keep up, led the way ahead by itself.

They could only do their utmost to follow, several times nearly losing the trail due to evasion, risking becoming completely lost.

When the huge ship finally passed through the mazes of lightning, phosphorescent fire, and countless fragments, arriving at the 'shore' of the largest island, everyone was drenched in sweat, feeling as if they had experienced a lifetime.

Wuyou's expression grew heavier.

Merely entering, and the precious ship crafted with the blood and sweat of countless ancestors was almost at the verge of breaking down, riddled with cracks.

Fortunately, they had landed!

After repeatedly confirming there was no danger, they finally disembarked at what seemed like a port, ascending the 'great mountain' that rose from the sea of clouds, at the center of the Crack Realm!

It could vaguely be discerned that when this Crack Realm was once whole, the enormity and grandeur of the 'great mountain' were enough to dominate the entire realm.

Innumerable buildings stood shoulder to shoulder, rising layer by layer, guarding the solemn temple atop the mountain, enough to fill any visitor with awe as they gazed upward.

Compared to this magnificent scene, human existence seemed so insignificant, not even comparable to Dust.

However, after the catastrophic upheaval, the former scale was reduced to less than a tenth, with buildings everywhere in ruins and decay, let alone signs of life.

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