Zheng Yang City.
The place where Shao Yang Demigod lived was not in the bustling heart of the Middle-earth World, but in a perilous region on its outskirts, close to the vast mountains.
With his own power, Shao Yang Demigod had carved out a pure land spanning hundreds of thousands of square kilometers in this region and relocated a large number of residents there. After investing immense manpower and resources into its development, and following more than two centuries of reproduction, the land now had a population of over three million.
After nurturing their accumulations to their peak, many demigods would try to leave the prosperous central regions of the Middle-earth World, establish their own forces in the borderlands, and build Ground Divine Kingdoms.
Once the Ground Divine Kingdom had finished condensing, they could use its power to transform their bodies into Divine Bodies and thus become true gods.
After becoming true gods, they could continue expanding their territory and give rise to more inhabitants, forcing the Middle-earth World to encroach step by step upon the lands where the surrounding minority races lived.
It was precisely because of this strategy that the Middle-earth World had expanded to its present extent bit by bit.
At that moment, inside a resplendent palace in Zheng Yang City, Shao Yang Demigod was gazing at the ring in his hand with shining eyes. It seemed to have been forged from pure gold.
The ring bore mysterious patterns, and streams of light flickered across it from time to time.
"My treasure!"
Shao Yang Demigod kept stroking the ring. Each time he did, he could clearly feel a mysterious and powerful force pouring from the ring into his body, making him even stronger.
At this rate, perhaps ten years...
No!
In just three years, the power of