Ancient God's Aura

"Good thing there was only one White Moon in the sky!"

Yin Ming sighed at the hardships of the Tribal Era. Looking at the frost moon condensed on the ground and the black mist of death constantly billowing out, he suddenly felt that this was not entirely unacceptable.

"You needn't pity them either. Nearly ten thousand years have passed since the end of the Tribal Era. Without the Wizard Black Tower's protection, the Void Abyss, the Abyss, Extraordinary Magic Beasts, and even other forces will make a comeback." Ember looked at Yin Ming's sympathetic gaze and chose that inappropriate moment to pour a bucket of cold water over him.

"You mean that in two hundred years, the Prime Material Plane will develop toward the pattern of the Tribal Era?"

In Ember Building of the Underground City, Yin Ming had read history books about the Prime Material Plane and knew that the Kingdom Era had a history of 9,800 years.

During the first few thousand years, no great calamities had occurred. Not to mention a White Moon skeleton disaster that swept across several kingdoms at minimum, even Demon invasions had been rare.

The mortal population had remained at a mere ten billion. Aside from insufficient productivity, civil wars, and other internal causes, there were also too many places like the Green Forest Forbidden Zone, leaving too little land suitable for habitation, as well as localized disasters caused by the extraordinary.

"More or less! But there's no need to worry too much."

Ember's red sparks flickered. After a pause, it said, "Whether Ancient Gods or the Abyss, neither will exterminate everyone. Skeletons and souls alike need living people for conversion. But heretics like you cannot be tolerated. You will definitely be thinned out."

Yin Ming: "..."

So he did not even qualify