The pale golden sky stretched endlessly above the pitch-black sea, the horizon blurring into a single line where heaven and ocean met. Across the boundless waters, hundreds of spiraling vortices rose and fell, greedily swallowing the spirit energy of heaven and earth. Luo Chen stood suspended in midair with his robes snapping in the wind as he looked at the sight in amazement. "So this is the Golden Sky Black Sea… As they say, hearing about it a thousand times really doesn't compare to seeing it once for yourself. Truly breathtaking."0

Beside him, Devil's Cloud stroked his beard as the sea breeze drifted past. Even he could not hide his admiration. "I really wonder what kind of technique the master of that pocket world used to create something like this. To alter the environment, and have it keep running on its own even a thousand years after his death…"0

Both men were renowned artisan masters with deep attainments in formations. Faced with a grand formation capable of altering celestial phenomena,...0