Graveyard

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

In the Myriad Realms Ruins, the Spirit God Realm had once housed the Myriad Realms Formation Disk. For thirty million years, it had also been the Human Race's last remaining foothold in the Myriad Realms Ruins.

After the three royal clans betrayed them, the place had been reduced to ruins.

Of the Four Great Domains in the Myriad Realms Ruins, the Spirit God Realm had seen the fiercest, most tragic fighting. Its defenders had fought to the last person.

When word of what had happened in the Spirit God Realm reached the Human Race, many Human Kings fell silent. It was said that the Hengkong Human King's eyes turned bloodshot and he threw back his head and wailed three times, calling them the iron backbone of the Human Race.

Yet these people, who should have been the Human Race's pillars standing firm against the sea, had died because their own royal clans betrayed them.

A grey wind passed through the pile of shattered stones at the center of the graveyard, stirring fine bone dust.

There were many gravestones.

From Chu Tian's feet to the end of the hazy horizon, they stood packed together across the entire wasteland.

Half of some stones had shattered. Their broken faces were covered in cuts, each one deep enough to expose bone.

Others leaned crookedly in the earth, their lower halves buried in dusty mud. On an exposed upper half, a name stopped midway—the person carving it had been blown to pieces in that bloody battle before they could finish.

Some markers were not even stone.

They were scraps of metal cut from broken weapons. The characters on them had been gouged in with sword points, their strokes fine as hair yet carved deep enough