The red-robed leader noticed another enigmatic fellow arriving, and the dream he had just dreamt seemed to flicker with signs of ruin. Filled with hostility towards this handsome face, he did not speak.
A young man from the large camp clasped his hands and said, "Please pardon us, fellow Daoist. We simply cannot withstand the high temperatures, so we have to stay within shelters to converse.
About three months ago, our world collapsed without any warning.
At that time, the Cultivation Realm was about to host an auction gala. We were all guests who had just arrived at the island where the auction was to be held. In the chaos, we barely managed to help each other squeeze onto a small piece of the island, drifting in the void.
Though the island was small, it was sturdy, always carrying us through the air. Approximately half a month later, we encountered this enormous world fragment. Thinking we might be temporarily saved, we attempted to land the island.
