Xiang Wang's ruins.
A ghostlike figure silently appeared here without anyone noticing, watching in silence.
This was a desolate land rooted in the Sky Lotus Realm, a middle thousand world. The palaces, pavilions, terraces, and towers of the past had all vanished, not even their foundations remaining. All that was left was an endless expanse of yellow sand, devoid of even a trace of spiritual vitality, its spiritual energy so thin it was nearly nonexistent.
Who could have imagined that more than thirty million years ago, this place had been filled with birdsong and blooming flowers, shrouded in white mist, gathering the spiritual energy and fortune of heaven and earth from countless realms? It had been one of the foremost immortal Dao holy lands among the great thousand world clusters.
The final and most explosive struggle of the Human Path's fortune in this great thousand world cluster had taken place here.
Jiang Ding silently gazed at this world of endless yellow sand.
"Kill! Kill!"
"A hundred battles, without regret!"
"You things no better than slaves dare enslave the overlords of the endless starry sky? You are courting death!"
Wisps of Human Path fortune rose up, revealing to him a scene from more than thirty million years ago.
An incomparably towering, incomparably mighty king, whose dominance overwhelmed heaven and earth, stood in the starry sky. The hearts and fortune of more than half the great thousand world cluster had gathered upon him, allowing him to forge a supreme fortune dynasty. He beat the first-generation Heaven-Suppressing Mountain Heavenly King and the Great Sun Tathagata Future Buddha until they fled like wolves and scattered like swine, fleeing madly for their lives.
With the fortune of hundreds of millions of humans upon him, with the hearts of countless billions of people upon him, no