Although the format of Immortal Ancient had changed, leaving some people at a loss.
The strategies their families had devised beforehand had become completely useless, and the resource sites recorded by their clans in the past were now difficult to find.
After all, they were not ancient freaks who had already weathered many lifetimes in Immortal Ancient and knew it intimately enough to follow a few traces even after the environment changed drastically.
They could determine which world a stretch of terrain had originally belonged to, then recall the fortunes within that world.
But people soon adjusted and began searching for opportunities.
So what if they had no strategy? Whatever the case, the current situation was at least somewhat better than before.
After all, those ancient freaks could not possibly have foreseen this change either, and some of their advantages had likewise been weakened.
Some devoted themselves entirely to searching for supplies, while others focused wholly on head-on fights. Compared with scouring every corner for opportunities, seizing them this way was undoubtedly much faster.
As time passed, more and more people outside became gods.
Some merged with a World Tree, some with immortal blood, and some with immortal bones. Streak after streak of fire soared from this merged Immortal Ancient continent, scattering the clouds!
Gods emerged, Immortal Ancient changed, and three thousand bubble worlds merged into one, suddenly bringing the fighting into much closer quarters.
Although this Immortal Ancient continent was vast and sparsely populated, as long as everyone was within one world, their auras would eventually be sensed. It was no longer like before, when they could bury themselves in a small world where no one could discover or find them, cultivating in peace.
Now, anyone who wanted a stable environment had to carve out a bloody path, killing