"Although this world can bear a True Lord's Dharma Idol, the moment one exerts even slightly more than full strength, it is easy to sink the continent..."
Fang Qing's pupils were like a streak of dark spring water. He rose to his full height and looked down over the entire continent.
The view revealed that he seemed to be located at the southwestern corner of a continent, with vast oceans on all sides.
The powerful auras of one formidable existence after another were startled awake by him, and countless divine senses madly converged in the Great Void:
"A True Immortal?! An immortal?"
"Impossible... Ever since the Remote Antiquity True Immortals destroyed the world... how could an immortal still remain in this realm?"
Among them were numerous divine beasts, as well as many Mahayana cultivators.
Even a gigantic figure wielding an immortal artifact was startled awake from its slumber, carrying a malicious eagerness to try its strength...
And this southwestern corner alone was home to over a hundred clans, living and multiplying... while countless savage beasts occupied the Great Wilderness.
With a single glance, Fang Qing saw a nearby human region. It bordered the ocean and appeared barren and narrow, yet it was still far larger than the Nine Provinces. Nearby was also a strange-human clan, with human upper bodies and fishlike lower bodies—the "Mirror-Scaled Fish Clan"!
"There isn't enough time..."
He was about to look farther when he sensed Heaven's Disfavor intensifying a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
This world was actively suppressing his strength, even trying to strip away his Golden Seat.
Unfortunately... Fang Qing did not possess the [Winnowing Basket Water] Golden Seat at all, so there was nothing for it to strip away...
"Is it because I revealed Golden Core cultivation and killed a local Mahayana cultivator... that I