Above the Tower of Eternity, hundreds of ninth-tier powerhouses remained gathered, none of them leaving. Each was still reeling from the shock of the divine spirit's fall, and they exchanged wordless glances.
Tens of thousands of miles of land all around them had been utterly obliterated, leaving behind only an enormous abyss. Only the city of the Tower of Eternity still stood intact in the void.
It remained shrouded in holy light, not damaged in the slightest.
Only six of the Heart of Light's eighteen leaders remained. Of the heads of the four academies who had taken part in the battle, only two were left. The rulers of the Magnolia Empire and the Sky Dragon Empire had survived by sheer luck. The leaders of the Sea Race, the Spirit Race, and the Insect Race were also still alive.
Every one of them stood at the pinnacle of the Light Realm, and after the war, their status and power had grown even more exalted. So many of the mighty who could have stood alongside them had perished.
With more than two-thirds of the Light Realm's powerhouses dead, those who had survived began to see opportunity everywhere. The deaths of their peers meant their chance had arrived: they could seize the territories left behind and expand their own power!
The human heart was complicated. Perhaps the survivors had once felt despair over what they had endured, but that was all behind them now. Since they had survived, seizing the opportunity before them was the right choice.
The deaths of the Dragon Race, Spirit Race, Beast Race, and the divine spirit of the Tower of Eternity, along with the downfall of the heads of various associations, had left those factions leaderless. Their territories were now fat, juicy cakes, and whoever claimed them would