This was a floating island spanning more than two thousand square kilometers, and the traces left behind by the recent war had yet to be erased by nature.
The remnants of its ruined buildings retained the rough style of the trolls, while rotting corpses scattered across the land silently spoke of the cruelty of the invasion.
Yet even on this desolate floating island, some living creatures still existed.
They had various forms and translucent bodies, existing somewhere between nothingness and substance.
Vein-like patterns supported their flesh, eventually converging into an energy core resembling a heart.
These creatures were collectively known as floating spirits—the native lifeforms of the Floating Spirit Realm.
They relied on the floating islands and followed the natural law of survival of the fittest.
Under the guidance of the "gods" of the Floating Spirit Realm, they evolved toward becoming superior lifeforms.
Without outside interference, intelligent races would eventually emerge among these floating spirits.
Like the Chaotic Continent, the Endless Abyss, the Netherworld, and the Shadow Country, they would develop their own unique civilizations and inheritances.
Compared to the worlds mentioned earlier, however, this plane, born from chaos in the void, was still far too young.
Even if it did not wish to communicate with the outside world so soon, those powerful worlds could still detect its location.
As they could now.
When a vortex symbolizing a teleportation passage appeared above the floating island, the entire Floating Spirit Realm seemed to stop functioning for an instant.
The ordinary floating spirits had no idea what was happening, but the "gods," who were born with divine godheads, sensed the disgust and fury transmitted by the mother who had given them life.
A floating spirit resembling both a bird and a fish thrashed through the sea of clouds. It was so enormous