"What do you mean by that?"
Hearing those words, Evan Lynn's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He kept feeling like there was something he’d overlooked.
Three hundred years to become the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord.
Was it all just a fleeting dream?
"What do you mean?"
The man sneered, "If I told you that the ground beneath your feet is the Immortal Martial Continent, what would you say?"
"You mean Earth is the Immortal Martial Continent?"
Evan Lynn frowned, then shook his head. "Impossible!"
"The Immortal Martial Continent covers hundreds of millions of square kilometers—it's massive. No matter what, Earth’s area could never compare."
Eras can change, but the size of a world shouldn’t.
This world is only so big—how could it possibly fit all the races and living beings of the Immortal Martial Continent?
Evan Lynn had wondered about this before, too.
Earth...
Could Earth really be the Immortal Martial Continent?
But he quickly dismissed the idea himself.
Because Earth is just too small.
Compared to the Immortal Martial Continent, Earth’s area is way too tiny.
Back then, Evan Lynn piloted a treasure artifact and crossed the void for three days and nights without ever circling the Immortal Martial Continent once. If he’d done that on Earth, he’d have looped around the planet countless times already.
So the moment that thought popped into Evan’s mind, he shot it down himself.