From the moment his Divine Kingdom was invaded, his believers had never fought a single proper battle.
That terrifying poisonous mist was like an unstoppable calamity, spreading inward from the outskirts of his Divine Kingdom, little by little.
Wherever it passed, believers died, living creatures mutated, trees withered, and rivers rotted.
The poisonous mist kept advancing.
From the outskirts to the heartland, then to the Divine Kingdom Core.
By now, his entire Divine Kingdom seemed to have become a land of deathly silence.
Over the past few days, Zhao Xuanfeng had frantically searched through records, using every channel available to find similar cases of Divine Kingdom Wars.
Yet even after all that searching, he still had no idea what this thing was.
Such was the world of Divine Kingdoms. There were always people who died without a sound.
Zhao Xuanfeng gazed out the window, his eyes filled with bitterness.
He had exhausted his fortune to tread the Divine Path, staking everything alone to break free of mortal dust.
Who could have known how fickle fate would be, a single storm burying all his prospects?
"Fate will never spare you just because you worked hard."
He slowly closed his eyes.
"Enough. You're only a divine lifeform. You wouldn't understand even if I explained."
Zhao Xuanfeng turned back to his wife.
"When the time comes, make sure you rent a place to live and stay with the children as they grow up."
"This is more money than the family will ever need."
"Once they're grown, use it to buy some more buildings for their Divine Kingdoms."
"1,000 Divinity Points will be enough to buy quite a few A-class buildings."
He paused.
"If our eldest and second child don't have good enough aptitude, use this money to prepare their bride prices."
"As for