Northern Qi was permeated with a dense Filth Alien Power.
Hovering above, Pang Jian looked down from his elevated position, surveying Fragment Land. He delved into the minute details with his Divine Sense, committing every scene below to his heart.
This was the ancient homeland he shared with his sister. Before the Mysterious Fog had engulfed it, he had looked up at the eternally dark sky and fantasized more than once about taking his sister to live in the Third Realm someday.
It was from the Third Realm that one could catch glimpses of the sun, moon, and stars.
Years had passed in a flash, and his sister had become the beloved disciple of Su Wenrou from Pure Land.
He himself, after surviving numerous tribulations, had forged a path to Divinity with an Immortal Realm cultivation that was unprecedented, pulling along a strand of fate.
Yet, their father, who had cared for him and his sister for many years, had vanished without a trace on a hunting expedition.
