Chen Lin's divine sense provided exceptionally precise feedback. Of the tens of thousands of beings of every description, ninety-nine percent were at early Deity Transformation. Very few had reached mid Deity Transformation, and those at late Deity Transformation could be counted on one hand.
"My lord, something isn't right." Heavenly Hatred True Lord lowered his voice, deep apprehension filling his aged eyes. "This place is practically a wholesale market for Deity Transformation cultivators. With my meager cultivation, I'm at the bottom of the heap here."
On Earth, Heavenly Hatred True Lord had been a Deity Transformation powerhouse who could command the wind and rain. Now, anyone struck by a brick tossed at random into this crowd might well be stronger than him.
"What are you panicking for?" Chen Lin's expression remained calm, his tone indifferent.
Most of these tens of thousands had probably been conscripted from various lower planes through some compulsory mark similar to the Black Jade Token, just like him. Apparently, he wasn't the only manager of a Myriad Worlds Garbage Transfer Station.
Just as he was about to investigate further, his expression abruptly changed.
Spiritual energy!
Chen Lin took a deep breath.
The spiritual energy here wasn't the impure energy of Earth after its revival, nor was it the sheltered energy purified by formations within Cangyuan Hall's Lesser Thousand World. This was heavy, complete origin spiritual energy, carrying the aura of the primordial wilderness!
Even more devastating were the laws!
On Earth, the incomplete laws had been like a rusty iron bucket clamped firmly over the pinnacle of late Deity Transformation. No matter how many supreme-grade resources Chen Lin absorbed or how much he tempered his body, he couldn't advance an inch.
Now, that iron bucket was gone.
The complete Myriad Worlds Laws were like a key,