Not every place has a sky.
But when humans look up, they always find a similar sense of longing.
Lost World, Xinwei Region.
The air was filled with severed limbs, and blood was scattered in all directions—unmistakable evidence that a tragic skirmish had just ended.
A few young cultivators exchanged glances, and finally, the calmest among them stepped forward. Bowing with clasped hands to a woman dressed in a sharp, azure martial outfit, he said, "Many thanks to this senior sister for your assistance. Otherwise, we…"
He turned back to look at the corpse his junior brothers and sisters had pieced together—it belonged to the elder who had brought them to the Lost World for training. The elder had perished alongside a powerful member of the Sea Clan, leaving behind no chance to guide them any further.
His voice carried deep sorrow. "Your life-saving kindness, unforgettable for all eternity."
