Entering the portal wasn’t a suffocating ordeal, only met with a dark expanse that could cloud even heavenly gazes.

The timid and weak would certainly be afraid, but fortunately for them, this process didn’t last long.

A light eventually came about with a pop. The black boats successfully traveled through the portal to reach Moneyfall.

“Poof!” The paper boats ignited and turned to ashes.

There were people as far as the eye can see. They have left their boats and stay in this place called the crossing.

This area had around ten thousand cultivators now from systems all over Myriad Lineage.

Even...