The space within the Isle of Fallen Treasures was boundlessly vast like a continent that floated atop the Primitive Sea, and it was covered with ruins and crimson red earth that was completely barren. Brilliant glows of treasures would occasionally charge into the sky and draw the pursuit of group after group of genius experts.

These glows of treasures were treasures left behind by the gods, they were treasures left behind when the ancient gods went out on an expedition, and so long as one subdued a single one, it would sufficient to be boundlessly useful to any cultivator.

But Chen Xi wasn’t concerned with all of this. He’d executed the Starsky Wings with his entire strength while flying at extreme speed in the boundless heavens and earth, and he was like a bolt of lightning or a strand of a translucent flowing light.

His entire body was covered in blood and completely covered in cracks. His entire body was filled with a boundless and sharp burning pain, yet his expression was stiff and cold to the extreme, and it was as if he was a wooden puppet that didn’t know pain.

Piercingly cold gales blew onto his face and felt painful as if blades were slicing him, and it blew to the point his hair and bloodied clothes fluttered with the wind, yet it was incapable of blowing away the stubbornness and unyielding expression in his eyes.

The tribulation clouds in the sky enveloped his surroundings and accompanied...