Shanhai City was no longer livable. After dealing with Ming Zhaoshu's affairs, Ming Yan and many court officials headed to Ming Capital to prepare for her succession.
Upon returning to Ming Capital, the most prosperous capital on the Shenwu Continent had already recovered considerably. The battle back then had reduced the entire city to ruins, but under Ming Zhaoshu's orders, many cultivators had joined in its reconstruction, restoring Ming Capital to its former appearance.
Although the city had recovered, those who had died in that battle could not return. That day had been Ming Capital's darkest.
Lu Yin felt guilty toward Ming Capital. However, even if he could do it again, he would still make the same choice. If the New Human Alliance were not dealt with, the billions of people on the Shenwu Continent would eventually become zombies, only to be completely destroyed by the Glory Hall. That would have been even more tragic.
After this incident, Lu Yin once again traveled across the Shenwu Continent, checking for any remaining Corpse Kings of the New Human Alliance.
Half a month later, on a remote island overseas from the Shenwu Continent, ships were moored along the coast. The decks were packed with rough-looking pirates, who dragged a group of bound people toward the island. Cries rose from the crowd from time to time, provoking angry curses from the pirates.
The entire island belonged to the pirates. At a glance, there were several thousand of them.
The pirate chief was a cultivator who had reached the Martial King Realm—in other words, the Extreme Realm.
On the island's shore, a group of ragged women were forcibly dragged aboard a ship to be sold as merchandise to other pirates. Some wept so desperately that their hearts seemed to break.
At that moment, a