Within the Xuan Immortal Secret Realm, dark black tides surged fiercely, and evil mist ran rampant. A radiant white platform, like jade, emitted powerful nine-colored immortal light, stretching toward the sky and piercing through the infinite darkness.
At the center of the platform, fragments of the Xuan Realm slowly shifted and twisted. Bathed in its glorious aura, Shen Ruyan sat in a graceful posture, like a crane, quietly waiting.
In this strange and otherworldly domain, time had been completely distorted. Four hundred years had passed since Jiang Chengxuan attempted to absorb and refine the Xuan Realm fragments and broke through the void.
During these four hundred years, Shen Ruyan had waited patiently, using the Taichu Hongmeng Sword hanging high in the void to gauge Jiang Chengxuan's safety.
