The Qiong Luo Realm had been utterly transformed. The Heavenly Dao's laws had collapsed, and the rules governing the entire world no longer favored the power of runes. Instead, they were gradually reverting to the most fundamental spiritual energy.
As time passed, the realm would gradually transform in the direction of Shi Lan.
The corpses of the twelve Supremes had raised the spiritual energy of the entire Qiong Luo Realm by more than one level. It was now enough to rival Lingyang.
The only difference was that, with Shi Lan's current cultivation, she could not allow the living beings in this world to attain the Dao. The eighth rank remained their limit.
The continent had been crushed and compressed, utterly reshaping the land throughout the Qiong Luo Realm. Countless corpses had been forced together, and the stench of blood and decay was slowly settling over everything.
The Rune Temple of old, once the highest peak in the Qiong Luo Realm, had also been reduced to ruins.
The surviving inhabitants of the Qiong Luo Realm did not dare make a move. They had gathered on a desolate plain, relying on barriers hastily erected by several rune masters to stay alive.
The ferocious beast clans had nearly gone extinct. Their head-on clash with the Samsara Hall's army had cost them far too much. Fewer than a thousand remained, most of them peak fighters of their clans, while countless tribes had been wiped out.
Shi Lan surveyed the world around her and approached a mangled corpse.
The blood of Dao achievers contained laws and faintly repelled the world. It did not obey the truth that the dead returned to the earth, instead floating in midair.
It was the arm of a Supreme. The hand had sharply defined joints, and the pale golden