Stealing the Power of Luck

Ever since the earth-shaking Ming City Explosion, the once-peaceful Douluo Continent had been thrown into turmoil, and the tides of the world had shifted.

After its initial chaos, the Sun Moon Empire, led by Regent Xu Tianran, swiftly took action, eliminating dissidents while soothing public unrest.

At the same time, it turned its spearhead around and directly pinned the blame for the Ming City Explosion on the other three nations.

During this process, the old emperor of the Sun Moon Empire finally could not hold on any longer and passed away.

Regent Xu Tianran successfully ascended the throne as well. The first thing he did after becoming emperor was declare war on the other three great empires in the name of revenge.

However, none of this had the slightest effect on Nan Fusheng. His consciousness had remained within the core region of the Evil Demon Forest, and he had no intention of involving himself in the continent's ugly affairs.

Time passed quietly, and a year and a half went by in the blink of an eye. On this seemingly peaceful day, the gears of fate began to turn in silence.

"Rumble, rumble!"

Scarlet bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, covering dozens of square kilometers. It was as if heaven and earth had completely sunk into a sea of blood, carrying a terrifying sensation as though the entire world were about to be destroyed.

Within the vast range of scarlet lightning, only an area less than ten square meters in diameter remained untouched.

Huo Yuhao stood there, his eyes filled with disbelief as tears continuously dripped down his chin. Yet at this moment, he could do nothing, not even utter a single word.

The illusory Wang Qiu'er stood before him. The beautiful face that was nearly transparent no longer held