The Western Black Sea, a place of turbulence and ominous storms, had become the focal point of the Xuanming Immortal Domain with the appearance of the secret realm.
Around the perimeter of the realm, nearly a thousand Immortal Sects had gathered, all poised and waiting for the opening of the pseudo-Immortal Domain-level secret realm. The air was thick with anticipation, as everyone could feel that the moment of the realm's opening was drawing near. The treasure light from the realm grew brighter with each passing day, illuminating the entire Western Black Sea and coalescing into a dazzling crystal of radiant colors. The wind and air had stilled, as if trapped in a surreal, dreamlike space, neither completely still nor entirely in motion.
"Yuanhan Elder, how much longer do you think before the secret realm opens?" asked Qingyun Zun, one of the leaders of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, as he gently stroked his long beard and turned to Yuanhan Xian, who stood beside him.
