Dark Turmoil!!!

An Ancient Star rang with heart-wrenching cries. No one knew how many had died. Blood flowed across the land, carrying away shields, and corpses lay everywhere.

Nearly more than half of the strong had died, leaving only the elderly and children. The other races were the same, retaining only the old, the weak, and a small number of the strong as seeds to continue life.

This way of dying was both familiar and unfamiliar. He had only heard of it in certain ancient texts.

Ji Hao poured Divine Power into his eyes. A Divine Light illuminated heaven and earth as he continued forward. He was far too powerful now. All Five Secret Realms had been opened, and he had stepped into the Quasi-Emperor Sixth Heavenly Layer. The Emperor Blood within him had reached great accomplishment, enough to rival an Ancient Supreme Being.

"Heavens, please open your eyes and look upon this land. Is there still any way to live? Living beings are suffering, corpses and blood cover the ground. What hope is left?"

On a planet, a white-haired old man raised his head and angrily rebuked the heavens, his face covered in tears. At his feet stood several children trembling in fear. Countless corpses lay in the distance—their parents, their families, all dead.

A supremely powerful figure descended there. His face emerged from endless Divine Light: the Lord of Divine Ruins.

He descended and inhaled. Countless people and endless living beings exploded, blood covering the star. Innumerable portions of Life Essence rose as streams of Rosy Clouds.

Most of the strong had to die. Only some would be spared, so life on the ancient lands could continue and be harvested again when the Dark Turmoil erupted in the future.

As for the elderly and children, most could escape disaster, because