The gears of time turned steadily onward, undeterred by mortal will.
That young master from a Soul Master clan in some major city of the Heaven Dou Empire swept through Cold Wind Camp like the howling north wind, with no intention of lingering in the slightest.
Other than Snow Pine Marquis Song Yao accompanying them for lunch and watching a military exercise for entertainment, that group of Big Shots from the Sovereign Nation hurried off to the Icebound Forest.
They had no interest in anything within Cold Wind Camp.
Likewise, everyone in Cold Wind Camp—from Song Yao, the commanding general, down to the rank-and-file soldiers—kept a respectful distance from those Big Shots, eager to avoid them.
This was a supernatural world where an individual's power could determine the rise and fall of a region's regime.
Had this been the ordinary, magicless world of Ling Yi's previous life, even a penniless peasant could, provided he kept the right mindset, completely ignore the world's richest man or a nation's leading official while standing beside them. In the most extreme sense, he could even trade one life for one life.
But here, on Douluo Continent, true Big Shots were beings who could slaughter armies with their own strength and turn a thousand miles of land into scorched earth.
A one-for-one trade?
He could not even trade for a single hair!
That was why, in a world where strength reigned supreme, people pursued power with such obsession and fervor!
Admiration for strength was a creature's nature. Survival was life's instinct!
In a somewhat warped supernatural world, even a weak person's right to live was a gift bestowed by the strong!
Ling Yi did not know what the world became in the later installments he had never read after the timeline of the original's first