The flight did not take long—it lasted only three short days before the ship pierced through the veil of realms.
This was no ordinary journey; it was a breaking-domain travel, carrying them away from the mundane mortal world and straight into the immortal realm where cultivators reigned supreme, where the very air carried the breath of the heavens, and where reality itself seemed to bend under divine laws.
Barely ten breaths after their arrival, the scene unfolded before their eyes, and every single person—servants, guards, and clansmen alike—felt their hearts thunder wildly in their chests.
They had stepped into a land of legends.
The first thing that struck them was the sky. It was no longer the dull blue of the mortal world but a vast expanse painted with shifting colors—azure, violet, and gold intertwining as if the heavens themselves were alive.
