The sky was high and the land vast. The deaths of two Lords did not cause much of a stir in Xia Kingdom.
Yet in distant America,
a considerable storm had already arisen.
Within an ancient estate, a figure gazed down at the farm below, his brow slightly furrowed. In truth, ever since they had learned that killing a Lord allowed one to forcibly refine the other party's Throne and directly increase one's Lord-level power, chaos had immediately broken out across America. After all, America itself championed freedom, and at the time, it had become a massive free-for-all among Lords.
Lord-level combatants died almost every day.
However, if Lord-level civil war continued to erupt unchecked, it would greatly weaken the foundation of America's cultivators. Later, that person from America stepped forward to mediate. At the same time, everyone tacitly began searching for—and even hunting—Lords from other countries to strengthen themselves.
"The auras of the Quicksand Throne and the Shadow Throne have both vanished," he murmured. Though there was no wind, the air around him stirred. In an instant, a supreme aura descended, making everyone in the ancient estate shudder.
He seemed very different from the other Lord-level powerhouses.
He carried the air of one who stood above them.
As though he were a life-form from an entirely different level.
His flawless face was tinged with an eerie gloom.
It seemed that no matter who stood before him and looked directly at him, they would feel ashamed of their own inferiority, as though there were an immense gap between their levels of life.
America had gathered the auras of every Throne within this ancient estate and stored them through special methods in order to monitor their exact conditions.
"The Lord of Quicksand and the Lord of Shadows have always traveled together,