Unlike the unprecedented prosperity in the Immortal Domain, the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds are in a state of desolation.
Warriors constantly die on the battlefields, great realms fall and turn into ruins, becoming slaughterhouses.
The world is silent, all realms reduced to ash. Looking across the starry sky, there is a scene of chaos everywhere, a chilling sensation surging from the highland, sweeping across the vast Star Sea, snow flying in heaven and earth.
In so sense, the heavens are not interconnected.
What happens in one realm, even if it’s annihilation, is hard for other realms to perceive. Similarly, without absolute strength, it is impossible to traverse the heavens. For most, the term "All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds" has never entered their minds.
The Boundary Wall stands like a majestic city wall, independently eternal, by no ans easily surpassed.
But as the smoke of war thickens in the air, karma is inverted, and ti disordered. Especially following the collisions between existences of the Emperor Realm, though the Boundary Wall is towering and can segregate everything, it cannot completely eradicate all influence and disturbance.
So of the surviving powerhouses in the great realms sense sothing, their spirits trembling and souls chilling, waking from silence to probe into what has happened.
They use all their thods to discern the source and reason that unsettle their hearts.
So leaders master the secret technique of prediction, exhausting themselves, expending their essence, but ultimately, they do not return empty-handed, glimpsing a corner of the future:
Their territories will be overturned by unprecedented war, the starry sky, everywhere, filled with ravaged life, corpses strewn everywhere, even they will fall dead across the starry sky.
Heaven and earth inverted, the universe itself bleeding, everything will be buried, the future devoid of any vitality.
In fact, this is not the first ti they have predicted such a scene.
But previously, it was ambiguous and vague, far less clear than it is now.
Even with eyes closed, the heavens are weeping blood, a scene of desolation and decay persist in their vision, as if it is happening right before them.
So images overlap, imprinted in the void, vaguely, they seem to see a billion ancient war chariots rumbling past, crushing the sky above their heads, with arrow showers like roaring winds and drenching rain falling, overwhelming force pouring down, even strong as they are pierced cold to the core.
The inner hearts of these strong beings are throbbing and quivering, their hearts replaced by fear and shivering.
Because those slain beings turn out to be in their likeness later on.
At their realm, unless terrified to the extre, it is impossible for so deduced scenes to so agitate their minds, frighten their souls, chill their spirits.
Unless... the scenes they deduced truly will be enacted in the future, and more tragic, more bloody.
In the future, the grand tis will be desolate, with not even a glimr of hope, filled with smoke and flas, tears of blood everywhere.
The deduced scenes are not as easily dismissed as a dream with laughter. If not handled with care, in the near future, possibly the next mont, they will indeed unfold.
So supre beings of realms, after thorough consideration, have made an extrely significant decision — to migrate the entire realm.
Using their power, they open a passage, leading all beings into The Boundary Sea, migrating behind the dam, to seek a slim chance of survival.
They once sought the secret of Emperor’s Creation in the boundless Boundary Sea, though failing and nearly lost within, still, they didn’t return empty-handed.
They discovered on the other side of the dam, seemingly exist other great realms.
With an ancient and unknown dam as a block, it should presumably be safer than any of their realms.
As for throughout the migration process...
Many people will die.
It is inevitable and beyond doubt.
So races might even face complete extinction, wiped from the river of ti, becoming the past, buried in the Boundary Sea.
But compared to the total extinction of all beings in the entire great realm, the forr cost is considered minimized.
What is crucial is, as ti passes, the insecurity and unease in their hearts grow stronger.
Making them more certain that what they see before their eyes will unmistakably take place in the near future, if they do not take action, not only will their entire realm’s Ten Thousand Clans be obliterated, their own blood will spill across the starry sky.
They have no choice.
These supre beings uphold the karma of their realms, many are loyal and righteous, unwilling to leave alone, reaching this point, they have no regrets.
The decision of realm-wide migration, once announced, has stirred the entire domain.
The Boundary Sea is boundless, without known boundaries, since ancient tis, only the strong have been eligible to enter it.
Because it is too perilous inside, beyond imagination, it is said the Boundary Sea is the graveyard of infinite universes, made of shattered and destroyed universes as its surface, and the seabed is filled with the corpses of the strong, unchanged for eons.
Even the strong, venturing into it, a slight slip would lead to their blood spilling and corpses lying therein, let alone others.
If truly entered, they might all die in droves like dumplings in boiling water, unable to even stir a ripple.
Amidst shock, more people feel bewildered, puzzled, not understanding why those leaders of King’s Domain would issue such a Dharma Decree.
But no one is foolish; everyone can sense a looming storm.
"Old Ancestor, why suddenly migrate the realm to the Boundary Sea?"
Soone asked with utmost respect.
Among them were several existences of the "Immortal King Level."
Not just seeking answers themselves, but also conveying to the people.
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