Origin 1

Gloomy black winds continually swept across the vast, desolate plains, stirring up large clouds of black particles like smoke and dust.

The ground was covered in raised burial mounds and gravestones. Withered, dead trees clawed at the sky like newborn fiends, grotesque and terrifying.

Thud, thud.

Lin Sheng's towering figure slowly strode across this land.

This was the twenty-fourth world he had charged through while tracing the source of the Black Tide.

By this point, the Black Tide's mist had grown so dense that no living creature could survive here.

Even Black Tide monsters were nowhere to be seen.

The air was filled with dense black smoke.

Lin Sheng wore a white cloak, secured over both shoulders by golden pauldrons that concealed his entire body.

He wore a fully enclosed divine armor helmet. Its golden human-faced mask looked cold and emotionless, sacred and solemn.

His helmet was fashioned in the shape of a crown, engraved with countless exquisite patterns and decorations. A single glance at it inspired overwhelming intimidation and a dazzling glare.

That intimidation represented Lin Sheng's constant resistance against the erosion of the surrounding Black Tide.

"What an astonishing intensity. Even someone at the Lord of Light's level would be eroded into a true god-level monster in less than a second upon arriving here, becoming part of the Black Tide."

"No... perhaps he wouldn't even get the chance to become a monster. He would be torn apart and reduced to dust, becoming another fresh grave here."

Lin Sheng glanced at the gravestone by his feet and continued onward.

Upon reaching this world, he could clearly sense that its size had shrunk far too much.

Rather than a world, it was more like a space.

The Black Tide here was terrifyingly dense, yet the entire place was only one-third