The apocalyptic scene of heaven collapsing and earth splitting apart in the Immortal Domain threw every martial artist still stranded there into a panic. At this point, they could no longer care about what could be taken and what could not—escaping with their lives came first. Otherwise, the Immortal Domain would truly become a realm of ghosts.
Yet it was not only the Immortal Domain that had been shaken. Another hidden place had been disturbed as well.
This was an independent minor world, yet it was unimaginably vast—larger even than several Underworlds combined.
Within this minor world stood towering forests, mountains, rivers, and marshes, like an untamed primordial world. Yet the heaven and earth essence here was incomparably dense, nearly rivaling that of the Immortal Domain. It was a place worthy of being called a blessed land and heavenly grotto.
At that moment, atop one of the mountains in this minor world, a burly man lay lazily in the sun.
The man's hair was withered yellow, while a faint stripe resembling the character for "king" marked his forehead. An aura of authority radiated from him even without anger, making the small beasts nearby tremble and flee far from the mountain.
Just then, a middle-aged man clad in silver armor abruptly appeared at the burly man's side. He was handsome, but there was a trace of wickedness in his eyes. Raising a brow, he said, "Gale-Splitting Tiger King, at a time like this, you still have the mood to bask in the sun? Haven't you sensed the commotion outside?"
Neither the burly man sunning himself nor the handsome middle-aged man in armor was a martial artist of the Jianghu. They were members of the Monster Race, forced into seclusion since ancient times!
Back then, the Monster Race had signed an agreement