Above Dongtianwang City, on the Abyss Island.
The towering ancient city and the mottled city walls had already been pulled out of the spatial fragment by a little, in just a few days.
The thick chains of the Way of the Heavens tightly bound a corner of the giant city, as if they wanted to pull it back into the spatial fragment and seal the history and the truth in that unknown place forever.
However, the Sky City was still forced out bit by bit by a strong force.
The sound of the wind was bleak.
Below the Sky City, hidden in the divine array of path principles, the red and white-clothed people were the ones who expended the most manpower apart from the heavily guarded Yunlun mountain range.
However, even with such heavy defense, there were still many cutting paths and higher voids who tried to use their own methods to sneak into this mysterious island and snatch that wisp of the foundational roots of Saint Ascension.
