The Thirteen Phantom Gods Ranking was, after all, just a minor matter.
Qingxin City Lord did not particularly care about it, either.
Rather, being able to enter this ranking was already proof that one was a top-tier lord. Many Pioneer Generals still had not obtained such an honor.
"Every nation is preparing for war. In other words, the Great Calamity is about to descend. This is a hundred-percent certainty."
Mu Yuan's expression was solemn.
Even when he had still been a newcomer, he had heard of the legendary "Great Calamity."
According to legend, Filth descended and invaded the world. Countless gods fell or were corrupted, and immense empires collapsed overnight. The Central Earth Land of the Eternal World was transformed into the Red Mist Land.
The remnants of various factions opened up territories in pure lands untouched by the Red Mist, rebuilding one kingdom after another. They also fought back against the Red Mist time and again, once reclaiming quite a few Red Mist Lands and restoring vitality to the great domain.
However,
Three hundred years ago, two hundred years ago, one hundred and thirty years ago, and sixty years ago, a great Filth calamity had erupted each time. Countless living beings and factions suffered devastating losses, while civilizations still in the midst of rebuilding were overturned on the spot.
It was also after the calamity three hundred years ago—or more precisely, three hundred and two years ago—that the Eternal World's New Calendar was established.
The various top factions seemed to have changed their strategy. They no longer sought to reclaim the Red Mist Land, instead taking up a defensive stance and establishing one line of defense and war zone after another.
As for these hidden secrets, Mu Yuan could not learn much more, even as a Pioneer General.
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