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Chapter 1711 - 1030: Ten Thousand Clans Travel to the Immortal Domain_2

Chapter 1711: Chapter 1030: Ten Thousand Clans Travel to the Immortal Domain_2

"Why?" The ancestor’s eyes were profound, "Because the heavens are about to be destroyed, and perhaps there is a glimmer of hope beyond The Boundary Sea."

The expressions of the gathered Immortal Kings changed drastically upon hearing this.

A trace of melancholy flashed in the ancestor’s eyes, and his voice was ancient and hoarse:

"I once peered into the future and saw a fragment of a scene. In the not-so-distant future, all heavens and the myriads of worlds will be buried in the passage of time.

There will be an unprecedented great calamity that will overturn the heavens, annihilating our realm.

In the future, karma will be reversed, time will be chaotic. Even seemingly eternal things will perish. Even I will bleed in the starry sky."

"Even the ancestor will bleed in the starry sky..."

The gathered Immortal Kings were in disbelief.

This was truly unimaginable.

The ancestor is the strongest in his domain, reaching the level of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, unparalleled in history, and has created tales and legends since the inception of many epochs in his domain. To regard him as the first person in history is not an exaggeration. Yet, he candidly admits that if no action is taken, even he will bleed and perish!

What kind of great calamity is so terrifying?

"Do you all remember the fluctuations that came from the celestial battlefield a while back?"

"Naturally remembered!"

They couldn’t forget.

Those fluctuations crossed vast years, separated by karma, and even after being diminished by countless times, still instilled dread in them, making them tremble with fear, giving a sense of suffocation as if their necks were clenched.

"If my senses were not wrong, those fluctuations should have come from a road-end existence that has truly stepped into the Xian Emperor’s Realm... Perhaps an Immortal Emperor bled on the celestial battlefield..."

As these words fell.

All the Immortal Kings’ eyes widened.

"I will soon set off, joining forces with other realms intending the same, to venture to The Boundary Sea. During this time, you must be well-prepared."

"We heed the Emperor’s command."

...

A hundred years later.

In front of many great realms, countless beings gathered here, with old giant ships beneath them, resembling stars suspended in the void, the hulls majestic.

A towering Stone Gate appeared, and the ancient ships passed through in an orderly fashion, setting off towards The Boundary Sea, seeking to reach the great realms beyond the Dam.

No creature wishes to die willingly, even if it means clinging to life for a short time longer.

The most important thing is, they believe in the ancestor’s words. The ancestor thinks that there is life at the end of the Dam; ten out of nine times, there is hope for life.

As for how many will die along the way... No matter the era, survival is always a cruel affair, requiring a road paved with countless remains.

"Everyone, The Boundary Sea is perilous, the future is unknown, but we have no choice. Only by working together can we grasp the slightest chance of survival."

An Immortal King conveyed the Emperor’s command and spoke loudly, his voice resolute.

The migration process is destined to be brutal. The Boundary Sea is vast and boundless, even the strongest find it hard to control its dangers completely.

In The Boundary Sea, not only are there violent currents, but countless powerful terrifying beings lurk within. A single misstep can lead to rivers of blood.

Especially as the migrating clans vary in strength, with only a few having strong bloodlines. Most are weak-blooded, their bodies like paper compared to the Ten Evil.

Yet, migration continues.

Once all the traversing tools like the ancient ships entered the Stone Gate, everyone’s hearts were greatly shaken.

To enter The Boundary Sea and safely traverse a segment, at the very least requires the cultivation and power once held by True Immortals. As for most beings, they only have a concept of The Boundary Sea within their minds; they know nothing about it in actuality.

Only by personal experience can one truly feel the boundless, desolate, and solitary nature of The Boundary Sea.

The Boundary Sea, as its name implies, is a vast endless ocean, but it is not truly composed of water. Instead, it is an amalgamation of countless broken small worlds.

Vast and desolate.

Like the chaos at the beginning of the universe’s creation. Wherever one’s eyes can reach, it is an endless grayness.

It is indistinguishable where the sky begins and the sea ends.

There are no sun, moon, or stars, no clouds or rosy light. Only thick, ink-like darkness, pressing heavily on everyone’s heart, with a persistent feeling of being devoured at any moment.

The ancient ship moved slowly, a halo forming around its hull, enveloping the entire ship.

That was the protective formation jointly set up by the Immortal Kings, currently operating at full capacity to resist the turbulence and unknown dangers of The Boundary Sea.

However, the dangers of The Boundary Sea far exceeded everyone’s expectations.

One moment it seemed as calm as a mirror-like sea surface; the next, it suddenly became tempestuous and agitated.

A violent gale blew from the distant darkness, grandiose in scale, disproportionally exaggerated, enough even to change the color of Immortal Kings, and some ancient ships were torn apart by the gale immediately.

In an instant, the sound of the ship breaking up was accompanied by screams, wails, recurring again and again, blood splattering, swallowed by The Boundary Sea.

A Quasi-Immortal Emperor intervened in time to subdue the gale. Even so, merely during the blink of an eye, millions of beings fell.

"Ah!" A wretched scream suddenly rang out.

At the same time, vicious creatures broke out of the sea, hunting down the fallen beings.

"Do not stop, keep moving forward!"

An Immortal King shouted loudly.

He had been to The Boundary Sea before and managed to leave after narrowly escaping death, aware of its terror. The more one lingers, wasting time, the more dangerous it becomes.

"Keep moving forward!"

Disregarding sorrow, reflection, or distraction.

Numerous, like the vast heavens’ stars, great ship towers set sail again.

To everyone’s surprise, apart from the initial gale, they encountered no other dangers on the rest of the journey.

Ripples spread out on the surface of the sea, circles expanding, truly calm like a mirror, with no further instance of a gale appearing.

Simultaneously, there were no True Immortals, Immortal King Spirits who died here that turned into terrifying beings suddenly emerging.

Throughout the journey, though alarming, it was without danger.

The expression of the gathered Immortal Kings turned strange.

Even the only Quasi-Immortal Emperor there was, with a furrowed brow cutting through the air, his sharp gaze directly staring into the distant front.

If something is unusual, there must be something mysterious at work.

The Boundary Sea is known as the graveyard of small worlds, where throughout the long years, countless strong beings have perished. It is absolutely impossible for it to be this calm.

Even if accompanied by Immortal Kings and drawing on the combined power of all realms to create giant ships, in the eyes of this Quasi-Immortal Emperor, having half of the beings make it this far would already be a great outcome.

As for those able to successfully cross the Dam, less than one in ten making it would be expected.

However, as it stands, with only the loss of millions of beings, it seems insignificant.

Days later, deep within The Boundary Sea, a Dam winding like a dragon appeared before everyone’s eyes.

From a distance, the Dam was majestic as a mountain, standing across the edge of The Boundary Sea like an ancient, immutable barrier, isolating endless waves and unknown dangers.

The gray Dam body towered into the clouds, marked with the traces of time, with Runes faintly shimmering, like a heavenly chasm, blocking the path through The Boundary Sea, dividing it into two parts.

One part violent, one part serene.

"Everyone, The Boundary Sea is perilous, and the road ahead is unknown, but we have no choice. Only by coming together as one can we seize the only chance of survival."

An Immortal King conveyed the Emperor’s order, speaking loudly, his voice resolute.

The migration process is destined to be brutal. The Boundary Sea is endless, boundless, and even the strongest find it difficult to fully control the dangers within it.

Within The Boundary Sea, there are not only violent whirlwinds but countless terrifying, powerful beings lurking. A single moment of carelessness can result in a river of blood.

The reality is that the migrating clans vary greatly in power, with only a few possessing strong bloodlines, while most have weak bloodlines, as fragile as paper compared to the Ten Evil.

Nonetheless, the migration continued.

Once all crossing tools, like the ancient ships, passed through the Stone Gate, everyone’s hearts immediately shook greatly.

One needs at least the former cultivation and power of a True Immortal to enter The Boundary Sea and safely pass through a stretch, but for most beings, they only have a concept of The Boundary Sea in their mind and are clueless about its reality.

Only by personally experiencing it can one truly feel the endless, desolation, and solitude within The Boundary Sea.

The Boundary Sea, as its name implies, is a vast boundless ocean, but it is not really composed of water; instead, it is formed by countless fragments of broken small worlds coming together.

Vast and desolate.

It resembles the chaos at the universe’s inception. As far as the eye can see, it is all an endless grayness.

You can’t tell where the sky is, or where the sea is.

There are no sun, moon, stars, no clouds or rosy glow, only darkness thick as ink, weighing heavily on their hearts, making everyone feel an inexplicable sense of being engulfed at any moment.

The ancient ship gradually moved forward, a halo appeared around its hull, enveloping the entire ship.

That’s the protective formation jointly laid down by the Immortal Kings, fully operational now, used to resist the turbulent currents and unknown dangers in The Boundary Sea.

However, the dangers of The Boundary Sea far exceeded everyone’s expectations.

The surface of the sea, which seemed calm as a mirror just a moment ago, suddenly became stormy and turbulent the next moment.

Savage gales blew from the distant darkness, with grandiose might, so exaggerated that it even changed the Immortal Kings’ expressions, and some ancient ships were instantly torn apart by the gales.

In an instant, the sound of the disintegration of the ship was accompanied by the cries and howls of despair, with blood splattering and being swallowed by The Boundary Sea.

Some Quasi-Immortal Emperors intervened in time to suppress the gales. Even so, in just the blink of an eye, millions of beings fell.

"Ah!" A shriek was heard.

At the same time, fierce creatures emerged from the sea surface, hunting the fallen beings.

"Don’t stop, keep moving forward!"

An Immortal King shouted aloud.

He had been to The Boundary Sea before, surviving a near-death experience to barely escape, knowing the terror of this place. The longer one stays, the more time wasted, the more dangerous it becomes.

"Keep going forward!"

Never mind the sorrow, never mind the emotion, nor the distraction.

Countless, like the stars in the sky, the massive ship pavilions set off once more.

Contrary to everyone’s expectations, after the initial gust, they didn’t encounter any danger on the rest of the journey, and the sea remained as calm as a mirror.

Meanwhile, no previous deadly perils emerged; the voyage continued as if the initial gale was just an illusion.

The expressions of everyone in the group of migrants became strange.

Even to the only Quasi-Immortal Emperor present felt so, his brows slightly furrowed, his piercing gaze perceiving far ahead.

When something unusual occurs, there must be hidden threats.

The Boundary Sea is known as a burial ground of small worlds, and over the long years, it has claimed many powerful beings. Reaching this far with merely losing millions of beings is trivial.

According to predictions, at least seventy percent of the myriad of creatures arriving from all heavens should have been annihilated.

However, the most crucial factor is that Jiang Hui controls everything from behind the scenes, calming The Boundary Sea.