At the peak of a high mountain, Chu Mu strolled along. After only a few steps, his figure flashed, and in the next instant he was in the sky. Yet with just one more step, he had reached the vast ocean. Continuing onward, within a few breaths, he was walking through the air again.
All these changes took place upon a single plane. Chu Mu had not used any of his own power; he was merely taking ordinary steps.
He looked into the distance. Everywhere his eyes fell was a bizarre, kaleidoscopic sight.
Over the past few years, the majestic power of that twisted, corrupted world seemed to have no intention of destroying this world step by step.
It had clearly accelerated the process. The decay and decline that had been expected to take at least sixty or seventy years had, in less than twenty, nearly reached its end.
Under such rapid decay, the entire world became ever more strange and fantastical.
The anomalous manifestations of rules that he had once needed to search everywhere to sense were now visible everywhere.
For him, it was one great opportunity after another falling into his hands.
But for the living beings within this world—for the countless ghostly evils and monsters—it marked a total and utter extinction.
Their defective intelligence doomed those ghostly evils and monsters to have little ability to resist such rule manifestations.
Though he had seen quite a few fifth-tier ghostly evils, what use was a fifth tier without intelligence? How could it comprehend rules? It could only be called a puppet controlled by power.
Faced with these endlessly emerging rule manifestations, their chances of falling were magnified almost without limit.
"What a pity..."
Chu Mu sighed softly. Over these dozen-odd years, beneath the succession of rule opportunities, his comprehension