The next day, the sky was bright and clear.
The living knew nothing of Heaven's fall, but everyone in the Beast God Realm knew that the Beast God had perished.
Of course, there were still a handful among the Beast God Race who firmly believed the Beast God hadn't died.
After all, last night, even after those five terrifying beings from beyond the realm had surrounded him, they hadn't killed the Supreme Beast God. The Supreme Beast God had simply vanished into thin air...
In the end, it came down to a difference in realms.
With their highest cultivation at the Void Return Realm, they couldn't see what had happened beyond the Beast God Realm.
Though even they knew the Beast God had little chance of surviving, they hadn't witnessed his death with their own eyes. That at least left the Beast God Race in the Beast God Realm with a glimmer of hope...
Cangyue Empire.
Inside the majestic yet shattered imperial city, cultivators of all levels bustled to and fro, still as busy as they had been the day before.
A small area of homes had already been repaired. They had become more skilled in architectural spells and divine abilities, so their progress was much faster than yesterday.
Several Void Return cultivators patrolled the skies, using World-Splitting Micro-Manifestation.
With a casual point of the finger, streaks of spiritual light fell, instantly breaking down all kinds of buildings within a hundred meters into components of various sizes.
Clothing, food, housing, and travel...
The Human Race had enough food and clothing now. All they lacked was a place to live.
The more spiritually perceptive a being was, the more it needed a shelter from wind, frost, rain, and snow.
In any case, for the Human Race, who had wandered this world