Pillar God Ruins Island

The moment his body passed through the pitch-black rift, Feng Qi suddenly felt his consciousness beginning to scatter.

Lowering his head to look at his body, he discovered that his flesh and blood were breaking down.

Like a statue weathered by the ages, crumbling into dust and sand in a raging wind.

Before deciding to end things this way, Feng Qi had once made a guess: perhaps human members with rule power hidden in their bloodlines could also move freely in another world like the Blue-skinned Creatures.

But now, that guess was undoubtedly wrong.

His still-dissolving body drifted into the endless darkness. Feng Qi struggled to keep his eyes open, staring toward the end of the black void and trying to see the truth behind the Great Era Advent.

Yet before him, there was only endlessly surging darkness. He could see nothing but black.

But just as Feng Qi had prepared for his original body to descend, he felt a faint resistance. Then, as if passing through some invisible barrier, the resistance instantly vanished.

Endless darkness still lay ahead, but within it, he saw an incomparably shocking sight.

Countless orbs radiating hazy, multicolored halos hung in the vast darkness from pitch-black, writhing tentacles. The scenes inside every orb were different. Like treasured collectibles, they were kept within this black world, toys for the tentacles' owner.

Every orb here represented a brilliant world.

An indescribable shock surged through Feng Qi's heart.

The scene before him seemed to confirm the Sacred Spirit Race's old speculation—the world farm theory.

But this image was far more terrifying than the Sacred Spirit Race had imagined.

Within this pitch-black world, there were countless existences similar to the New World.

Perhaps the New World was merely one of its farms.

As for the owner of those black