The seventh continent was like a huge ship, traveling through the chaos sea at lightning speed.
The friction that should have existed had been offset by special means, which was the key to the movement of the seventh continent.
The cultivators on the land looked up at the sky in a daze, their hearts filled with confusion and fear.
They had no idea where the ships that were caught up in the storm would drift to, or what kind of fate awaited them.
The goal of cultivators was to break free from the restraints of laws and truly control their own destiny.
However, at this moment, the cultivators felt lost and helpless, as if everything they had been pursuing was a joke.
In the face of a god's suppression, they were like ants, unable to resist at all.
Once upon a time, when mortals faced him, were they also in such despair?
Time passed by slowly. The seventh continent had already flown an unknown distance away from the sea of chaos.
