Throughout the entire universe, screams and wails filled every corner. With the arrival of these visitors from beyond the heavens, the whole Cosmic Domain seemed to have fallen into hell.
At this moment, upon the Ancient Road of a vast world, two strange figures were slowly walking down the road.
One was not human, but an incomparably gaunt old man, skinny as a stick. As though he had no eyelids, he stared with a pair of scarlet eyes like the most terrifying red lanterns.
The other was a spider oddity less than waist-high beside that old man, crawling along the ground on six claws.
As they traveled farther down the road, wherever they passed, all vital essence withered away and trees died. A few passersby had only just brushed past them when their bodies suddenly convulsed. Before long, they turned into dried corpses, every drop of their blood and essence sucked completely dry.
The destination of these two was none other than the True Martial School, less than a thousand miles away.
"I never expected there to be such a world here!" the old man said. His voice was dry and tearing, as unpleasant as a night owl's cry.
"Indeed. No one would have expected the God Battlefield to be nearby, and the human inheritances in these worlds should be connected to it!" the Six-Legged Spider Oddity cackled strangely.
"We must hurry, or once those old fellows catch wind of this, what will be left for us?" the skeletal old man said. "Let them fight over the gods' tombs. We will obtain God's Inheritance directly. These native humans sit atop a treasure mountain without knowing it; constrained by this world's laws, they can never break into the Transcendent Realm in their lifetimes. But we are different. In our hands, these