In a Folded Space, a young man dressed in something resembling an ancient Earth Daoist robe sat cross-legged, deep in meditation.
Behind him sat many others in ancient Daoist robes or Battle Armor, some young, some old.
Before him stood a barrier that shut everything out, barring non-Earth beings and those whose cultivation was too high.
Behind every famous mountain lay a hidden space filled with vast, boundless mountains of the Primordial World.
Within those hidden spaces ran Star Roads leading to Earth. Alien life had traveled those roads to reach the planet.
As time passed, the hidden spaces would reappear on Earth.
But the alien life within them could not step out of the Folded Spaces when they appeared in the Mortal World. They could only gaze at Earth from afar. Otherwise, Earth Will would instinctively strike them down.
Divine Envoy Yaman arrived. The young man in the ancient Daoist robe opened his eyes and looked at him, a flicker of surprise passing through his gaze.
"It seems you failed. You couldn't persuade Chu Feng to submit to me," the young man said.
He was the "god" behind Yaman—the Taiyin Ancient Holy Land's new Saint Son.
"I failed the trust you placed in me."
Yaman's expression darkened. He had done more than fail; he had been humiliated.
At least, that was how Yaman saw what Chu Feng had done to him.
"Useless!" a young man behind the Taiyin Ancient Holy Land Saint Son barked.
"You can't even handle a trivial task like this. What good are you? Just here to waste our resources?"
Yaman's expression grew uglier still.
He knew whether the person behind him was truly a god. In fact, he knew better than anyone.
A god? Of course not. He was merely a powerful Alien.
But when