Wasteland...
A colossal statue stood beneath the blazing sun, symbolizing the spirit of every divine being in the Wasteland who refused to bow beneath the oppression of heaven and earth.
The statue was enormous, piercing the clouds!
Below the statue lay a vast city.
The city sprawled across the Wasteland, its buildings rising and falling in staggered tiers, civilization's power apparent everywhere.
In terms of scale, it could already rival the provincial capital cities of the Silver Empire.
For the Wasteland to possess a city of such scale and civilization was truly a rare feat!
A woman slowly emerged from a pavilion. Her long white silk robe trailed across the precisely cut floor, and her entire being radiated a rich maternal aura.
This aura was unique to World Gods.
World Gods were indispensable to the present-day God Realm. Even in a place as rich in resources as the Silver Empire, a certain number of World Gods were needed.
In the barren and harsh Wasteland, the demand was even greater.
The woman walked to the edge of the pavilion and looked up at the towering statue!
The glaring sunlight outlined the statue's edges, casting a golden afterglow across its body.
"Clack, clack, clack..."
The sound of heavy metal boots striking the cut stone floor came from within the pavilion. A general clad in crimson-gold heavy armor walked up behind the woman.
"Qiu Ya, thinking about Ah Feng again?"
The woman slowly turned around. It was indeed Qiu Ya.
After more than a hundred thousand years of development, the Flame Clan's civilization had reached new heights and long since cast off its barbaric past. This was evident from the white silk robe Qiu Ya wore.
"Brother Nassar, you're teasing me again." Qiu Ya smiled faintly, as if she had long grown used