A Mortal World as Betrothal, Hearts as Matchmakers

Ma Hongjun's wedding came to an end amid an atmosphere that seemed calm on the surface but churned with undercurrents.

The conversation between Su Chen and Tang San was recorded by the influential figures present through various means.

The former Sea God, Tang San, had already handed the scepter of the era to Su Chen.

The two had long since ceased to exist on the same plane.

After leaving Phoenix City, Su Chen's group did not continue their travels.

They headed west, stopping in a desolate expanse of Gobi desert.

This had once been one of the fiercest main battlefields between Spirit Hall and the two great empires.

The earth still bore the scars of divine warfare. Not a blade of grass grew there, and deathly silence hung over the land.

"My lord, what have we come here for?" Jiang Tieyi looked at the cracked soil beneath his feet.

Su Chen did not answer.

He stood quietly, his gaze sweeping over the land.

Qian Renxue looked at this familiar ground, emotions churning in her golden eyes.

Her mother was buried here. So was the faith she had once held, along with the first half of her life.

Chu Yao also fell silent.

Her clan had once been suppressed by Spirit Hall under the name of "Evil Soul Masters," and this land was likewise stained with her clansmen's blood.

The atmosphere grew heavy.

Su Chen slowly raised a hand.

A gentle glow emerged in his palm, countless colors intertwining within its halo.

This was the Myriad Realms Origin Force.

He gently pressed his palm against the parched earth beneath his feet.

"I say that this land shall have life."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried the majesty of a heavenly decree.

A miracle occurred.

Centered on his palm, a