The void was silent. A domain that had once been reasonably prosperous was now a landscape of deathly stillness.
There should have been several Universe Worlds in the surrounding void, but when the Ink Clan army had invaded through this region years ago, those Universe Worlds had long since been shattered, reduced to scattered fragments of floating land.
For so many years, this place had seen no visitors save for the occasional Ink Clan patrol come to scout the area—and even those scouts were unwilling to linger.
Feng Lan Domain...
Since the devastating battle in the Void Domain, the only two surviving Ninth-Order Human Race cultivators had been stationed here for over five thousand years!
Before Xiao Xiao and Wu Qing towered a magnificent, sky-piercing arm. That arm extended from the Void Domain, shattering the barrier between two great domains and forging a passage that connected them.
It was through this passage that the Ink Clan army had once bypassed the Human Race's defenses and invaded the Three Thousand Worlds.
And from the moment that arm had pierced through the two domains, the Three Thousand Worlds had truly begun to fall.
At this moment, upon that arm, layer upon layer of thick arcane chains wound tightly around it, binding it fast. These were the secret techniques of the two Ninth-Order Human Race cultivators, employed to restrain the freedom of the Ink-Black Colossus dwelling in the Void Domain.
In terms of raw power alone, a single Ink-Black Colossus was far beyond what two Ninth-Order cultivators could hope to match. But the Colossus had sustained devastating injuries in the great battle years ago, and with one of its arms piercing through two domains, it could barely exert its full strength.
The two Ninth-Order cultivators were indeed no match for the Ink-Black Colossus in direct combat, but by fighting across dimensions like this—against an opponent already gravely wounded—they could still manage to bind one of its arms and prevent it from breaking free.
Yet as the years dragged on, even this seemingly simple act of restraint was becoming increasingly difficult.
Thousands of years had passed. The Ink-Black Colossus's power had nearly fully recovered. The two Ninth-Order Human Race cultivators could clearly feel the growing difficulty of maintaining the bind.
Nearly a hundred years ago, a violent outburst from the Colossus had nearly allowed it to break free entirely.
They didn't know how much longer they could hold on. All they knew was that they absolutely could not let this Ink-Black Colossus slip free.
Isolated here, virtually cut off from the outside world, they couldn't even get news from the Human Race. They didn't know what the situation in the Three Thousand Worlds was now, whether the Human Race was faring well...
It seemed the world had forgotten them.
This lonely torment was far worse than the pressure the Ink-Black Colossus inflicted upon them.
Over the years, Yang Kai had come to visit them twice, bringing news of the Human Race's situation. But after those two visits, they hadn't seen Yang Kai again.
The great battle in the Void Domain had annihilated nearly every veteran Ninth-Order Human Race cultivator. Only the two of them had survived.
The dead had long since perished, but the living had to bear even greater burdens.
The supplies Yang Kai had given them years ago had been almost entirely depleted. Now they could only minimize their energy expenditure, hoping to hold on a little longer.
In the utter silence, both of them sat with closed eyes, conserving their strength. In truth, this was how they spent most of their days. Only when the Ink-Black Colossus attempted to break free from its bonds would they spring into action.
In that instant, both of them sensed something and opened their eyes simultaneously, turning to look in the same direction.
A figure was strolling toward them from that direction, his bearing elegant, his demeanor composed. His unrestrained, brilliant aura spoke plainly of formidable power.
A King Lord!
Wu Qing's brow arched slightly. "Now that's a rare sight," he remarked coolly.
For so many years, they had been stationed here, locked in their struggle against the Ink-Black Colossus. Aside from Yang Kai's two visits, no one from the Ink Clan had dared to come near.
The main reason was that the Ink Clan hadn't previously had many strong cultivators. Their only King Lord had to remain stationed at No Return Pass permanently, and those innate Territory Lords certainly wouldn't dare cause trouble here.
So even though the Ink Clan knew that two Ninth-Order Human Race cultivators were restraining the Ink-Black Colossus at this location, they had never harbored any notions of making a move here over the years.
But now the situation was different. The Ink Clan's powerful cultivators had surged in number. Not only had they gained an additional King Lord, but numerous False King Lords had also emerged. Furthermore, the Ink-Black Colossus's injuries had largely healed. Under these circumstances, the Ink Clan naturally began to harbor certain thoughts.
"Mo Yu?" Xiao Xiao regarded the Ink Clan King Lord who had come alone and asked.
She had heard from Yang Kai that the Ink Clan's only King Lord was named Mo Yu, and that he had to remain permanently stationed at No Return Pass. Yang Kai had clashed with him on several occasions.
Though Yang Kai had spoken of these encounters with a casual, breezy manner, Xiao Xiao knew the truth must have involved him being chased and hunted by the Ink Clan's King Lord...
Since this visitor was a King Lord, Xiao Xiao naturally thought of Mo Yu.