Scripps anxiously circled at low altitude around the outskirts of the mountains.
Its massive bone wings churned the air, producing a muffled howl.
It warily scanned the ground below.
The mountains gradually regained their calm, yet an unsettling dead silence hung over them.
Only when it sensed that familiar, powerful aura reappear did the Black Dragon suddenly dive downward.
"Lord Shadow, are you all right?"
Scripps's voice came through the Soul Contract, carrying obvious concern.
"Resolved."
Qin Chuan's figure appeared silently atop the broad dragon's back, his tone as indifferent as ever.
The Shadow Domain had completely digested the Primordial Divinity Fragment, along with the vast energy contained within the Flesh-Nest Amalgam.
The Divine Kingdom Transformation process had steadily advanced to 18%.
It was still a long way from becoming a true Divine Kingdom.
But every step of accumulation was crucial.
"What should we do now..." Scripps respectfully awaited his instructions.
"Circle around this area a little longer."
Qin Chuan cut it off.
"See if anything was overlooked."
His gaze swept over the dead land, and his perception spread out like mercury pouring across the ground.
Over the following period, Scripps carried Qin Chuan at astonishing speed as they surveyed the entire ruined territory of Korea.
The blood-dyed Han River had long since dried up or transformed into a bizarre Blood Marsh.
The once-prosperous cities had been reduced to nothing but twisted ruins and the skeletal frames of buildings transformed by the Abyss.
The vast rural fields had been completely covered by dark-red fungal mats and mutated vegetation.
Everywhere he looked, there was only deathly silence and desolation.
Aside from scattered low-level Undead and aimlessly wandering Mutated Monsters, no noteworthy energy fluctuations could be sensed anywhere on this land.
Much less the unique aura of Divinity Fragments, interwoven with divinity