The First World to Fall into Complete Silence! You built a Temple of Light—wouldn't that make me the God of Light?
Have you looked at what kind of world you're in?
A magical world!
Isn't that a naked villain's template?
Gu Yuan's expression turned strange as he imagined someone suddenly appearing before him one day and shouting, "God of Light, die!"
But then again, no one could really kill him in front of him.
As a conceptual existence, Gu Yuan was everywhere, at all times.
Killing Lin Zhou was possible. Killing him was fundamentally impossible.
Even with the differing flow of time between the two worlds, the Chosen Trial lasted an exceedingly long time.
In the blink of an eye.
Another ten days passed.
The black mist's spread had clearly accelerated.
Yet to avoid becoming sitting ducks rooted in place, the imperial court's relevant departments continued relocating the people, especially those with no cultivation.
Without cultivation, one was destined to become one of countless cannon fodder.
But some people truly cultivated too slowly and could only keep retreating toward the rear.
Within a city.
The streets were bustling with activity.
Thanks to the Shrine's publicity, the matter of the black mist had practically sunk deep into everyone's hearts.
Especially those with cultivation—they were even less afraid now.
They only needed to leave while the black mist was spreading, then enter once it stopped, and their survival would be assured.
"I heard there are quite a few opportunities inside the black mist."
"Of course. My neighbor's cousin's son's brother's third granduncle's nephew was chosen to enter the black mist ahead of time."
"Sigh, people used to avoid the black mist like the plague. How long has it been? Now everyone wants to enter it voluntarily."
"But entering has its drawbacks too.