The world was never short of conflict. Its causes varied, but it always brought disaster to countless living beings. The Mortal Realm had once followed its own course of evolution. There were no powerful cultivators, only countless living beings who survived and multiplied on their planet by instinct.
When disaster suddenly struck, they had no power to resist and could only become its ultimate victims. Yet Karmic Debt already existed within every person who slaughtered them. It was their silent resistance. Never underestimate the weak: when their silent resistance came, even those in power could not bear it.
But these Great Divine Ability users paid no mind to such weak creatures. The weak were insignificant; ants were not worth their attention.
A cold wind whirled through the sky, freezing countless living beings to death. It quickly descended upon a strange planet—the evolutionary world Xuanhuang had cultivated for many years.
Just then, a blaze soared into the sky and charged at the endless cold wind. Countless meteors of fire became surging waves, instantly swallowing the wind.
An enraged voice came from within the wind. "Hmph! You actually dare ambush me!" The wind howled and spun without pause, flinging the boundless rain of fire away. The flames became sparks that crashed down upon the strange planet.
When the sparks struck the ground, they became enormous fireballs, engulfing all life across a vast area. Even the strongest creatures there could not withstand the tremendous energy of those fireballs and were instantly reduced to ashes.
The fireballs exploded across the planet, devouring countless lives.
"Old Kun Peng, I've been waiting here for you for ages. You despicable scoundrel—you killed my whole family!"
Kun Peng's cold expression shifted. "Nephew Lu Ya, how have you been?" As he spoke, he swung his long sword toward the