An Age of Turmoil (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Dawn 4304.

This day.

Feng Qi stood before the sand table in his office, his gaze sweeping over the distribution of forces throughout the New World.

By now, the New World's overall landscape had gradually become clear, and humanity's understanding of it was no longer vague.

It was like clearing the fog of war from a game map. The distribution of forces and resources across the New World had become exceptionally clear.

During this time, countless forces had been eliminated, becoming nourishment for the growth of other races and passing into history.

Meanwhile, the royal races still stood at the pinnacle of the New World as its strongest powers.

A large number of ancient superpowers had emerged after the Final Battle, but the overwhelming majority of them had already been eliminated.

In the struggle between the newly powerful and the old powers, the newly powerful had undoubtedly emerged victorious.

Of course, there were exceptions, such as Fate City, the Dream Phantom Clan, and several other superpowers with long histories.

Even in the present day, these ancient forces still occupied a place in the world.

The world as a whole had also seen far fewer conflicts now that its overall structure had become clear.

At present, the greatest unrest in the New World was undoubtedly the conflict between the Sacred Spirit Race and the Blood Soul Clan.

It was called a conflict rather than a war because the two races had never launched a full-scale war.

Yet in secret, they had already become utterly opposed to one another.

This was the groundwork Ji He had laid all those years ago, and it had now become a major historical event influencing the course of world history.

Under the witness of the Contract Scroll, Ji He's words had never been doubted by the