The Sky Screen's rules were triggered. For the living beings in the coastal and nearshore regions of the Douluo Continent, faced with a natural disaster of this magnitude,
choosing to enter the Divine Realm through a challenge was their only option.
The outskirts of Groudon's Divine Realm were not entirely filled with flowing magma lakes and erupting volcanoes.
Near the expanding front lay new land that had just been "lifted" from the seabed by an invisible great power and was still cooling violently.
Some desolate islands had also been swallowed by the expanding Divine Realm, transforming into verdant mountains.
The Divine Realm's teleportation was quite humane as well. The starting areas were flexibly adjusted according to one's strength.
The weak would not inexplicably be thrown into a melee among a group of Titled Douluo. Most people without much strength were teleported to the outskirts.
They could even see the ever-expanding land. The greatest number of survivors had gathered here: island residents, ordinary citizens from coastal towns, low-level Spirit Masters, and a large number of terrestrial and amphibious soul beasts teleported in from the sea or coastal forests.
"Hot... so hot..." A child licked his cracked lips as his mother held him tightly in her arms.
They had once been fishermen from Vast Sea City. In the blink of an eye, their homes had been destroyed, and they found themselves in this unfamiliar scorched wasteland.
At first, there was utter panic.
The unfamiliar surroundings, the searing ground, and the violent fire elements in the air made living beings without fire attributes feel suffocated.
The phenomenon of chaotic Soul Power still existed, but compared to the desperate situation outside, where ice and fire intertwined and laws were in turmoil, the "attributes" here were at least relatively singular. There was only scorching heat.