"Mortal Domain Ten-Thousand Graves Project"

"Domain Lord Chen."

Weird Emperor Jiu Wu jogged up to Chen Fan, panting hard. "What are your next orders?"

A Ghost Emperor following behind him crouched with practiced ease, held out a palm, and lifted Chen Fan onto his shoulder.

By now, the One-Eyed Continent had been completely cleared.

Not a single Strange Entity remained.

This Strange Entity Clan had been just one continent away from becoming a Third-Level Race, only to die in its swaddling clothes. As Chen Fan had said, morality might forbid killing a child in its cradle, but a child in its cradle was still easier to bully than a grown adult.

Weird Emperor Jiu Wu was not actually tired.

With his stamina, and without having fought any grueling battles, he was nowhere near breathless. But panting made him look busy. If the Strange Tide had been capable of hurting him at all, he would even have liked to look a little battered and bruised.

"Leave some Logistics Pavilion members here to tally the spoils."

"There's no time to lose."

"Head to the Dark Star Clan's Dark Star Continent at once. Hit them again before they hear the news."

"Understood!"

Weird Emperor Jiu Wu nodded firmly. He was no longer as apprehensive as he had been at first; he was even itching to get started.

Chen Fan said nothing more.

He simply stood on the continent's beach and looked up at the sky. He wondered how things were going over on the Provocateur Continent. This world was nothing like the one he had lived in before.

The Mortal Domain had explored as far as the Fallen Firmament.

It lay twenty thousand kilometers above the ground.

Yes.

Twenty thousand kilometers, not twenty thousand meters.

That height plainly defied everything he had known in his previous life. At