Stealing the Power of Luck

Ever since the earth-shaking Ming Capital explosion, the once-peaceful Douluo Continent had been thrown into turmoil, and the winds of change had swept across the land.

After its initial chaos, the Sun Moon Empire, led by Regent Xu Tianran, swiftly began taking action, purging dissidents while soothing the populace.

At the same time, it redirected the blame for the Ming Capital explosion squarely onto the other three nations.

During this process, the old emperor of the Sun Moon Empire finally succumbed and passed away.

Regent Xu Tianran successfully ascended the throne as well. The first thing he did after becoming emperor was declare war on the other three great empires in the name of revenge.

However, none of this affected Nan Fusheng in the slightest. His consciousness had remained within the Core Zone of the Evil Demon Forest, and he had no intention of involving himself in the continent's sordid affairs.

Time quietly passed, and a year and a half went by in the blink of an eye. On this seemingly peaceful day, the Gears of Fate began to turn.

"Rumble, rumble!"

Streaks of blood-red lightning descended from the heavens, covering dozens of square kilometers. Between heaven and earth, it seemed as if everything had fallen into a sea of blood. The dreadful sensation made it feel as though the entire world was about to be destroyed.

Within the vast range of blood-red lightning, only an area less than ten square meters in diameter remained untouched.

Huo Yuhao stood there, his eyes filled with disbelief as tears continuously rolled down his chin. Yet at this very moment, there was nothing he could do. He could not even say a single word.

The illusory Wang Qiu'er stood before him. Her nearly transparent, lovely face had long lost its usual coldness, leaving