The Evernight Eagle was flying swiftly, shuttling through the Abyssal Battlefield. Feiling would have had trouble enduring the pressure in the past, but things seemed different now. Tianming’s back was against the wind, and he was embracing her. Their hair was fluttering, intertwining together.

“Big brother, it’s somewhat complicated. I have no idea where to start.” Feiling leaned against Tianming’s chest.

“Then let’s start from Xuanyuan Xi,” said Tianming.

“Okay. That’ll have to start from the Flameyellow continent. When we were back in Vermillion Bird, we knew it was within the Flameyellow continent’s territory. But do you know how big the Flameyellow continent is?” Feiling asked.

“I roughly know about it from some ancient books. The Theocracy of the Ancients could be regarded as the eastern part of Flameyellow continent, and it’s relatively powerful. After all, the Theocracy has thirty realms and tens of thousands of kingdoms under them. There were many dynasties and sects inferior to them, but they’re still lacking when compared to the Nine Divine Realms,” said Tianming.

“Not only are they inferior, there’s...