The Greenridge Continent was vast beyond measure, spanning over a hundred billion li. As the very heart of the Greenridge Immortal World, it had known no strife for countless eons.0

At the center of the continent stood a colossal teleportation array.0

Whoosh! Whoosh! Suddenly, several figures emerged, their vital auras pulsing with immense power. All were Astral Monarchs.0

The four Astral Monarchs, each wearing a tense expression, departed the array with alarming speed. They soared towards the cloud-shrouded temple complex atop the highest point of the Greenridge Continent.0

"I can't help but feel that the Greenridge Continent is different from other celestial landmasses," remarked the youngest-looking of the four, a black-robed youth, his voice low and thoughtful.0

His perception extended, taking in the breathtaking beauty of the continent. Countless halls and pavilions hung suspended in the void, while exotic beasts and birds of myth roamed freely. Archimmortals and Archdeities traversed the realm in great numbers. Truly befitting the core of the macrocosm's foremost faction.0

"Fu Ting, this is the first time you’re visiting the Greenridge Continent," the leader of the four, an elderly man in black robes, spoke in a deep voice. "We all felt similarly on our first visit. Legend has it that the entire continent is forged from countless powerful Dao Instruments and arrays.0

“It may be called a continent, but...0