Beneath the Heavenly Palace, there lay a blazing ocean vast and unyielding, wrought from the very fabric of the Celestial Sourcecore. This fiery expanse, bursting with uncontrollable power, was no place for the cultivation. Even for ordinary Immortals, mere survival in this crucible was a formidable challenge, let alone any meaningful progression. So, this stretch of creation lay deserted, untouched by any signs of life.1

In that moment, within the molten veins of ore-like stone, a gusty portal abruptly tore open.0

With a thunderous roar, the silhouettes of Immortals burst forth from this portal, their celestial power surging out to form a protective barrier around their flesh. Only with such defenses could they find a semblance of stability within this relentless forge.0

Leading them was a figure of striking presence—tall, with a face as fine as cut jade and a bearing both regal and unrivaled in beauty. Yet, his...0