Every world had its own way of functioning, but no matter which world it was, its stability was inextricably tied to its native creatures.
Because the native creatures of the Floating Continent world had already gone extinct, the world will of the Floating Continent had no source from which to draw strength.
It was precisely because the Floating Continent world's will had no way to protect itself that it had no choice but to give birth to "will."
Jiang Wang clearly remembered that, when he had spoken with Ruan Qiu about the Floating Continent world, Ruan Qiu had said it seemed like a graveyard world.
What was a graveyard world?
Some were burial grounds for the powerful.
But more often, they were... worlds that had already perished.
In such worlds, spiritual energy had dissipated and all vitality was gone. Forget producing cultivators—even a single living creature was hard to find.
The Wild Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds, for example, was formed from countless dead worlds piled together, becoming the greatest graveyard world in the depths of the cosmos. It was also the "graveyard" the Devil Race had chosen for the Human Race.
It was only that the Devil Race had survived in its own way. Looking solely at the state of those Shadow Demons, it was hard even to use the word "alive" for them.
That was not difficult to understand. Life possessed an infinitely adaptable nature; the Sea Race was a typical example.
But Jiang Wang had always felt that Ruan Qiu's conjecture was merely a conjecture. He had never imagined it might become reality. That was because he had already seen the flourishing vitality of the Floating Continent world, and witnessed the vigorous life force of the Floating Continent Human Race.
Those cultures and histories were all traces