Return to the Black-Corner Region

The Black-Corner Region was still as chaotic as ever.

There were no rules, much less any moral bottom line.

Even though several Dou Huangs and a Dou Zong had died on this land a year ago, it still could not curb the greed in people's hearts.

There were many reasons for that.

The most straightforward reason was that there were no clearly defined rules here.

The Black-Corner Region was vast.

Even larger than the Gama Empire.

Powerful figures gathered here.

One powerful figure established one rule.

Ten powerful figures meant ten rules.

Therefore, simply following the rules was useless.

The powerful figures who created the rules could break them at any time. So-called rules only restrained the weak. Adapting to the situation was the key to surviving in the Black-Corner Region; it was not something that could be taken lightly with a mere sentence like, "Follow the rules."

What was more, the strong were constantly replaced by new blood.

Han Feng had died miserably on the spot a year ago.

But so what?

What impact had that had on the Black-Corner Region?

Of course, none!

After all, Han Feng was merely a Sixth-Rank Alchemist. Though his cultivation had reached the Dou Huang realm, the main reason he had made a name for himself in the Black-Corner Region was that he was a Sixth-Rank Alchemist.

Not because he was a Dou Huang.

There were quite a few Dou Huangs in the Black-Corner Region.

Claiming there were hundreds would obviously be an exaggeration.

But saying there were dozens would be conservative.

Adding them all up, the total number of Dou Huangs in the Black-Corner Region had long remained between eighty and one hundred thirty. At least half of them were obscure figures who had committed some crime and fled here for refuge.