Within The Boundary Sea, waves surged, a tumult beyond imagination.
More violent than ever before, as if an enraged, nameless leviathan unleashed its power to the fullest.
Such waves could easily inundate even a King with modest foundations, let alone the careless.
And as for a True Immortal, they would be buried at the very first encounter.
Naturally, this was no rarity.
Since time immemorial, the number of Immortal Path Field beings buried here is beyond count. Should The Boundary Sea ever dry up like a parched sea, one could then glimpse the hidden carnage within.
At this moment,
within the terrifying heavenly waves,
an immense and boundless land abruptly appeared.
The Ultimate Ancient Land.
It was the other shore of everything,
but not the so-called land of Transcendence,
instead, a desolate and forgotten wasteland, with a grey canopy overhead, a drought-riven land, and dust scattered by the wind, leaving behind only scars and ruins.