With a thought, Shi Lan locked onto the divine kingdom that had just been destroyed and sent her consciousness into a nearby golden avatar.
A divine kingdom had fallen, and nearly a trillion believers had died. Now that she was the equal of the Grand Primordial Lord, she could hardly ignore such a matter.
Golden light descended upon a temple. The jade statue's golden avatar instantly awakened, its surface taking on the sheen of living flesh. It slowly rose to its feet, then took a single step into the void.
A short while later, Shi Lan stood upon a land strewn with corpses. Every temple in the divine kingdom had been razed, every believer slaughtered, and bones littered the fields. Even the blood had been drained from them.
The mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas were in utter ruin. Every precious herb and spiritual material had been dug up, and even the spiritual veins beneath the earth had been excavated.
This divine kingdom had suffered irreparable damage, turned into a barren wasteland drained of divine power, where not a blade of grass could grow.
Even though this world had long since perished and the living beings before her were merely projections, the sight was still enough to fill her with rage and kindle an uncontrollable killing intent.
Among the broken mountains and rivers, Shi Lan found fragments of several divine statues and extracted the images lingering within them. A group of figures clad in black iron armor came into view.
A faint, strange aura seeped from the images, carrying a trace of something vaguely familiar to Shi Lan.
Under her Holy Demon Eye, the true nature of the figures in the images was laid bare: they were all Yin Spirits, without physical bodies. The strongest among them was only one step