The earth was expanding, and at an utterly terrifying speed. The previous descents of the Evolution Battlefield had never been accidents, but methods wielded by powerful beings on the monsters' side.
Indeed, treasures born from the Root were nothing to the three great forces of order—Evolution, the Divine Dynasty, and the Empire—but to individual powerhouses, they were truly precious things.
Especially for certain false gods who had gone astray on their path: if a treasure suited them, it might well allow them to divert their own road.
Of course, the chances of success were not particularly high.
Among the three great orders, the Divine Dynasty and the Empire were both exceedingly strict. Only the Evolution path was the freest—and also the one with the most conflict.
Yet that was precisely the nature of the Evolution path. The individuals within it fought, fought, and fought all the way through; those who survived naturally became stronger!
The Divine Dynasty and the Empire were different. Both emphasized governance; it was impossible for their subordinates to slaughter one another.
The world was changing. Ancient heaven and earth overlapped with the real world, cities split apart, and time seemed to turn backward, returning directly to the primordial era of Primordial Chaos.
What exactly the Evolution Battlefield's time and space was, no one could explain clearly, because it was immensely chaotic. The past, the present, the future—everything was mingled into one.
Its style resembled certain crossover anime works, as though countless worlds had been forcibly stitched together. One region might be a modern metropolis bustling with traffic; beside it lay primitive hunting in the ancient Primordial Chaos; a little farther over was the galactic age, with starships streaking across the sky...
The Evolution Battlefield's defining feature was its wild flights of fancy. It seemed to forcibly