Gray Mist Era

The Yang Realm.

As the strange old man was frightened away by the Big Black Dog, the gray mist dispersed.

That overwhelming aura of terror vanished as well.

All living beings in the Six Realms sensed it.

Just moments ago, it had been as though dark clouds pressed down on the city, as if a violent storm were about to break. The creatures of the Yang Realm had been no more than ants and moths, crawling on the ground and awaiting death.

But now, it was as though the clouds had parted and the mist cleared, leaving blue skies and crisp air. Everyone felt relieved, their hearts lightening, as if they had stepped from a terrifying hell into a blissful paradise.

"What happened?"

"Has the World-Ending Gray Mist disappeared? The Era of Calamity hasn't descended... We're still alive!"

"The Yang Realm wasn't destroyed, and the strange gray mist has dispersed... Thank goodness!"

In the Divine Realm, countless cultivators and factions felt fortunate to have survived the calamity.

They cheered and rejoiced wildly. Only after experiencing terror akin to the end of the world could they truly appreciate the beauty of life.

But right at that moment.

The Divine Realm!

"My Wang Family... has descended upon the Divine Realm. Those who fail to pay tribute within ten days will be annihilated!"

A terrifying voice rang out from the Wang Family of Xuan Yun Continent.

At the same time, a vast imperial aura spread across the sky and earth, pressing down upon the Divine Realm. For a moment, all the beings who had just escaped the pressure of destruction were stunned.

"The Wang Family... Has someone proven himself an Emperor?"

"How is that possible... The Wang Family Old Ancestor, Wang Jiyun, was only a Venerable half a year ago..."

"Could he... have