"Many schools of thought believe that the Crimson River, as the third Dao Mark, is also the divide of the Spirit Realm..."
On that one end, though time and space were chaotic, there was still some order.
But on this side, order had completely disappeared, and chaos was the mainstream.
Zhong Shenxiu raised his eyes to look, and not far away, there seemed to be a piece of shattered cosmos, where one could see a massive star and the rings on its surface.
However, the star that seemed close enough to touch was, in fact, an unknown distance away.
At the edge of the shattered star, there appeared to be a mottled ancient building.
It had sharp roofs and a bell tower, standing at the end of a wilderness, with a huge waterfall rising from below at the junction with the star.
"Exploration beyond the Crimson River is very difficult. Perhaps one step will take me to the Golden Sky Tower, or the next might transport me to some unknown territory, completely lost..."
