Waves of wheat rippled in the breeze between the fields, gold interwoven with emerald green.
Across the land, buildings of every height stood in close-packed rows, yet all bore the marks of ruin.
But...
The people in the streets and countryside all looked young, yet the black spots on their bodies gave them a twilight air.
The Pure True Yang Realm could only be described as a land strewn with corpses.
On a single street, there might be two bodies lying in two separate corners.
People passed them by, numb and indifferent.
Before long, someone would come to collect the corpses and bury them in the fields.
People arrived in this world in a hurry, and before they could understand the hopes and sorrows of being human, they were already destined to die in a hurry.
Thirty years was the maximum lifespan of an ordinary person in the Pure True Yang Realm.
And in those thirty years, their only pursuit was to reproduce.
Several tree trunks streaked across the sky, with Chen Yan and the others standing atop them.
"Once we set out today, we must be ready to fight to the death."
Chen Yan stood at the very front of the trunk, hands behind his back, the breeze billowing his ink-black hair.
Xia Long and the others either stood upright or gazed down from atop the trunks. Every face bore a relaxed yet conflicted expression.
Some of the Five Clans' Creation Realm experts were privately messaging the Great Xia Creation Realm experts.
The two sides had been enemies before, and now they had to join forces. Many still felt a thorn in their hearts.
But having just left that school, which was like a hellish prison, the two sides had not broken into conflict.
Xia Long, meanwhile, had already