Conflict (Part 1)

After crossing the border and passing through layers of memory barriers, the Immortals from the hidden sects finally arrived at the world within the realm.

In the vast expanse of space, the fluctuations in the air spread like ripples, echoing with the sound of passing moments. A streak of celestial light flashed by, leaving behind the figures of hundreds of cultivators from the hidden sects, who stood in the empty void.

"This is the world within the realm? Why is it so desolate?"

"This is nothing but a wasteland. Could there have been some mistake? Did the instructions lead us astray?"

"Did we come to the wrong place? There's not a blade of grass here. How could there be any treasure?"