Dense Inheritances

After these realm transformations were complete, the Mountain Lord began his true counterattack. The instant he revived, he interrupted the countless mechanical actions they had repeated long ago, dealing minor damage to the undead.

Though the damage was slight, through endless revivals, he smashed and devoured the undead besieging him one by one. Just as Yang Mu had said, the coordinates and apparent cries for help he sent out had been purely for amusement.

Unfortunately, not a single person had cooperated with his little act. They had all ignored his requests outright, leaving him no choice but to wear his opponents to death.

After killing the Seventh Order near his teleportation point, the Mountain Lord did not contact the others and regroup as everyone else had.

His communication device had already been broken because he had wanted to act out the plight of being stranded.

With nothing else to do, he could only wander around nearby. Yet as he strolled along, he discovered a space amid the nothingness.

Such a space was like the cave dwelling a protagonist in some world might stumble upon halfway down a cliff after falling from it—perhaps created by some great figure during secluded cultivation.

Inside, he also found an inheritance and a few fragments of writing left behind. He only learned that some great calamity had existed, but he had no idea what it specifically was.

As for the inheritance he obtained, since he had already found his own path, it could at most serve as a reference.

Yet even if it was only a reference, it was still greatly helpful to him. After all, being able to survey a path leading directly to the Eighth Order would greatly aid him in correcting his own direction forward.

The inheritances left behind by the powerhouses