Only those who had laid eyes upon the Azure Dragon Continent with their own eyes remembered that such a colossal stretch of land even existed — a landmass so vast it swallowed the horizon, ancient and silent as a sleeping god. Yet even that knowledge amounted to nothing.
The Absolute Concealment formation was not merely carved into the land; it was woven into its very bones, etched into every grain of soil, every vein of rock, every breath of wind that stirred across its surface. Even if one had the desire to find it, even if one had the power to tear the heavens searching for it, there would be nothing to find. It simply was not there — not to the world outside.
And the world inside remained blissfully unaware.
The cultivators dwelling within the Azure Dragon Continent felt nothing. Not a tremor. Not a whisper. Even veterans tempered by centuries of cultivation, like Demon Queen Zi Han, showed no sign of awareness, their senses undisturbed as still water.
