The Great Void Deep pit was not merely a canyon. It was an open, festering wound across the belly of the Jiuzhou Continent.
Three thousand miles wide, twelve miles deep, and stretching from the Western Deserts to the Eastern Ocean, the deep gap had cut the Northern and Southern halves of humanity for ten thousand years.
Within its pitch-black depths, chaotic spatial rifts flickered like jagged shards of broken glass, vaporizing clouds, birds, and careless Nascent Soul fighters who dared to try crossing without ancient royal void-galleons.
“A bridge across the Void Deep pit?” scoffed an ancient hermit from the Nine Star Sect, leaning on his gnarled peach-wood staff.
He spat into the gravel of Tongtian Apex, glaring at the young man who had just stepped to the card table.
“Arrogant whelp!” the hermit sneered. “The Void Deep pit was carved by the sword of the First Epoch Demon Emperor! The spatial fractures possess infinite cutting force! Even a Saint-Tier Golden Body is shredded like silk if it lingers ten breaths in the deep gap! What mortal timber or scrap metal could endure the shearing teeth of the void?!”
Across the courtyard, thousands of conservative sect elders nodded in fervent agreement.
