With the rise of the sun, it begins.
With the setting sun, it arrives.
Over a hundred Heavenly Escape Divine Chariots simultaneously halted at a boundary where the landscape changed constantly.
Before everyone could leave their cabins, a familiar yet intensely ancient and primal aura enveloped them.
The cultivators of each sect, upon stepping out of their cabins, mostly paused, their astonished eyes dumbfoundedly gazing at the changing scenery before them.
This was originally a calm ocean that stretched majestically as far as the West was concerned, named the North Sea, where birds could not fly across, yet cultivators of the Enlightened Path realm could cross with ease.
However, what now appeared before them was a colossal wave, towering at ten thousand meters high, resembling a dragon's head yearning to soar into the heavens, while their ears were filled with thunderous roars as if the heavens were crumbling and the earth splitting.
Rumble...!
