In the eastern part of the Shattered Realm, a convoy escorted by cavalrymen clad in vivid armor was slowly moving forward. Flags fluttered in the breeze, bearing the distinct word, “Zhao.”

At the center of the convoy was a boat-carriage three zhang long and one zhang high, its black body adorned with golden patterns. The wheels of the carriage did not touch the ground; instead, it hovered just above the earth, moving so smoothly that one could scarcely perceive its motion.

The windows were deep and shrouded by mystic energy, preventing anyone from looking in from outside. However, those inside could see out freely. Inside, a young woman was gazing quietly at the scenery when suddenly, she remarked, “This place is teeming with life. It’s not like what was described in the books, with miasma stretching for thousands of li and poisonous waters everywhere.”

Seated beside her was an elderly man holding an ancient scroll. His eyebrows were so long that they nearly reached his chest, and his age was impossible to gu...