With a step forward, Dao Sheng's figure faded into the gold and gray path.
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The Sea of Chaos, its boundaries unknown, its age unknowable.
Here, the concepts of time and space blur. The birth and death of a world could be but an unnoticed ripple. The change of an epoch might just be a gentle tide.
And at some unknown edge of the Sea of Chaos is the "Sea of Realms Dam", which has driven countless ancient supreme beings to despair.
It's so vast that no unit can measure it. It seems like the boundary of the Cosmos, the ultimate line of defense for "existence". On the dam are marks of swords and blades, imprints of Divine Techniques, and countless enormous, unimaginable handprints and fist imprints. Each mark represents the fall of a once-brilliant, peerless warrior who attempted to challenge the "Power of Ruins".
Their paths, their Laws, their indomitable will, have all become part of this dam, radiating eternal heroic sorrow and desolation under the erosion of time.
