In this place, where the Transcendent Divine Bamboo was evident, Wang Xuan, despite his agonizing pain, couldn't help but draw conclusions. The bamboo seemed paramount in this transcendent realm. Why else would he encounter two bamboo boats, both wrapped in mystery? Moreover, in the pre-Qin era, the most powerful and enigmatic scriptures were inscribed on such bamboo. 0

Pain overtook him, cutting short his musings. He felt as if his body was being ripped apart, and his blood painted him a deep shade of crimson. The monsters and demons behind him desperately tried to pull him towards the platforms.0

"Can anyone tell me where I am?" he shouted.0

Beside the coast, beneath the countless platforms, were beings too many to count, their voices rising and falling in a chaotic melody. Yet, none turned or responded to his plea.0

Frowning in pain and frustration, Wang Xuan could not help but think, wasn't there a single kind soul in this tumultuous place? Doubts clouded his mind. Was this reality or illusion? Touching his wounded flesh, feeling the blood seep out, it all seemed undeniably real.0

Resolute, Wang Xuan headed towards the platform with the Golden Winged Roc, hoping to glean some understanding of this perplexing situation. As he moved forward, monstrous roars echoed from behind. Most of the creatures eventually released him, fading into nothingness. But a loud cry of a bird of prey rang out, and glancing down at its shadow on the ground, Wang Xuan...0