A vast opportunity had formed into a fact—the sun had been cut open!
The sun, which had originally been reduced to nothing but a halo, now showed a thin line.
The instant that thin line appeared, Naimus made his move.
The sword in his hand swung at its utmost speed. The moment its power erupted, it easily broke past the threshold of ten thousand.
Yet it did not cut through space. Instead, it appeared before the sun in a manner that completely exceeded what space-time could bear.
Almost at the exact moment the phenomenon-induced thin line appeared, Naimus's sword technique overlapped with it.
The next moment, countless streams of light flowed down like blood.
Thick as magma and radiating golden light, the blood dripped down bit by bit.
At that moment, Naimus appeared in the sky. Countless karmic connections spread from him, then tugged along those connections at the bond between the Sun Saint and the Sun God.
Sure enough, as he pulled, Naimus sensed a connection—a connection between the Shattered Land and the possibilities beyond it.
He could even see the existence of the mire.
At that moment, Naimus immediately shared his senses. After receiving that perception, everyone around him could feel the abundant "Source Essence" outside.
The nature of that resource instantly seized their minds.
When people possessed something, they never cherished it. Only after losing it did they regret it bitterly.
Unless one had truly lacked resources, one could never understand that kind of misery.
Most of them had once been wealthy or powerful, with more than one or two gods among them.
Yet on this land, the energy they could obtain each day was roughly equivalent to a single steamed bun.
And that was only available to gods and Saints who possessed resource treasures.
The ordinary