The eighty-first Floating Island was the largest one. In every respect, it was no worse than the Yellow Springs.
All manner of Dead Spirits gathered here. Every one of them had been someone important while alive.
Because this was the land of the dead, people who had not lived in the same era could meet here. From ancient times to the present, any powerhouse who had fallen and then appeared in the World of the Dead might be gathered here.
There might be heaven's favored prodigies from every era within, the most formidable powerhouses.
Thus, when these people appeared here and adapted to this place, once the World of the Dead had nearly finished evolving...
"This is an unprecedented great age, unmatched since time immemorial!"
A man in a black hooded robe stood atop a mountain peak, gazing at the Floating Islands below his feet as he let out a sigh.
Though only the opening curtain had been drawn, this unprecedented great age had already begun to reveal itself.
From ancient times until now, no so-called great age could compare to the present one.
Behind the black-robed man, a figure entirely covered in reverse black scales appeared. The Black Scale Person wore a grim expression.
"When will the Great Emperor arrive? We have already waited for a long time."
"We could wait hundreds of thousands of years, yet we cannot wait a mere few hundred years now? You are all too impatient. This world is still evolving. Other than waiting, there is nothing we can do, and nothing we can be certain of."
The black-robed man spoke casually, as though he was not anxious in the slightest.
The Black Scale Person's expression turned cold.
"Who says we cannot be certain? The person who personally opened the World of the Dead