Futuo Continent.
As one of the few supercontinents in the Great Thousand World, this land stretched almost without end, its mountains and rivers magnificent, its spiritual energy abundant as an ocean. It should have been a flourishing realm where countless powers intertwined like tangled roots, waging endless wars.
Yet across this vast, boundless supercontinent, only one power stood above its countless living beings.
The Buddha Ancient Clan.
They had bestowed their own clan's name upon an entire supercontinent.
Such an almost tyrannical act struck no one here as improper, and not a soul dared voice even the slightest objection.
Because they were the Buddha Ancient Clan.
One of the oldest superpowers in the Great Thousand World, with foundations among the deepest.
Long ages ago, their ancestors had put down roots here and spread their branches. Clad in rags, driving humble carts through the wilderness, they had ultimately forged the entire continent into an iron fortress.
Their will was the will of this world. Their rules were the rules of this continent.
And from here, their reach extended across boundless territories!
At the center of Futuo Continent stood Futu City.
It was built entirely from a kind of grayish-white stone. Its walls soared tens of thousands of feet high, winding like mountain ranges. Intricate, ancient spirit marks flowed naturally across them, ceaselessly drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, day and night, to form an invisible yet impenetrable barrier.
Within the walls, palaces and towers rose like a forest, all stately and austere, imbued with the weight of accumulated ages.
Streams of people wove through the streets, powerful auras flickering among them. Yet regardless of their cultivation, everyone walking through this city wore a reserved, solemn expression born of their bloodline or status.
This was the undisputed heart of