Nox Pass,
The final boundary for anyone below the Immortal Realm.
Every practitioner knew the rule:
If you are not at least a Loose Immortal—or protected by one—you do not step past this line.
Beyond Nox Pass, Prana and Aura thinned into near nothingness. What remained was only Immortal Qi, heavy and overwhelming. Even Immortal practitioners had to constantly release their own Immortal Qi just to stabilize themselves and keep their bodies from collapsing under the pressure.
This was not a place for the living.
It was a land of silence, void turbulence, and ancient beasts drifting like corpses on still water.
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ONE MONTH AFTER THE RED DRAGON BOAT'S DESTRUCTION
The White Pearl slowly approached the glowing haze of Nox Pass. The sky had lost all familiar celestial markers—no sun, no stars, not even the three moons. And yet, the ocean below wasn't dark. Instead, it shimmered in a strange purple glow, reflecting the Immortal Qi that saturated the atmosphere.
