Ten years might have been enough for a small sect in the Everlasting World to rise and fall several times, but in the deathly stillness of the Death World, they passed in the blink of an eye.
The sky remained a leaden gray that could never be washed clean. There was no sunrise or moonset, no turning of the seasons, only an unceasing, chilling wind that swept gray-white death energy across the barren land, riddled with countless gullies and ravines.
Wang Xuan walked alone across the dim land, his pace unhurried, even slow.
Yet each step carried him across hundreds of millions of miles. His supreme divine sense spread like a tide, scanning every inch of the lands he passed. Even the fluctuations of restrictions buried deep underground or a lingering wisp of soul amid a heap of bones could not escape his perception.
Whether they were Ancestor Gods from the Otherworld or Nine Provinces Ancestor Gods, those willing to lower themselves by descending into a land as barren as the Death World sought only the Most Evil Land in its depths, and the eternal light within it.
Wang Xuan alone was different.
As valuable as eternal light was, to him it was merely an added bonus.
His true targets were the Primordial Demon Cities and the Death Ancestor Lords.
Only these could serve as nourishment that converted directly into potential.
For ten years, he crushed everything in his path and broke through city after city.
To find more Primordial Demon Cities, Wang Xuan tirelessly scoured the Death World again and again. His footsteps reached almost every corner of this world; he truly left no stone unturned. In all, more than thirty Primordial Demon Cities were destroyed at his hands.
These Demon Cities were not all alike.
In some, the