In the Divine Realm Southern Border, upon the boundless earth, countless powerful Gods and Devils lived. Through endless ages, each had kept to their own affairs in peace.
The Divine Realm's territory was vast, and its resources exceedingly abundant. Aside from a few exceptionally precious divine materials that would provoke struggles among different sides, large-scale wars generally did not occur.
Across the boundless wilderness, a white-haired figure in plain robes walked onward. After leaving the Rising Sun Divine Palace, he had headed north all the way.
Over several months, Ning Chen crossed the wilderness, traveling an unknown distance. As the seasons changed, the weather gradually turned cold.
Ahead, the wilderness finally came to an end. Tribes of the Divine Realm's indigenous inhabitants appeared faintly in view. Like humanity in its primordial age, people wore the most ancient beast-hide garments, and martial arts flourished. Even the most ordinary clan tribe had Fourth Realm experts stationed within.
Anyone in the Fourth Realm had to grasp a law of heaven and earth. Their strength was formidable, and with every gesture, they possessed the power to move mountains and overturn seas.
After four months in the Divine Realm, Ning Chen was no longer surprised by this. The Divine Realm's might was beyond anything the mortal world could compare to. It was not merely the experts standing at the very pinnacle—even ordinary indigenous inhabitants of the Divine Realm far surpassed mortal martial artists.
The disparity in talent and cultivation resources was ultimately not something diligence could make up for.
Ning Chen walked out of the wilderness. In the tribe ahead, men farmed and women wove, while children ran about playing and fighting. Everyone had their own duties, and the place looked exceptionally lively.
"Patriarch, someone is coming."
Before the tribe's tents, a sturdy man with