"What a tragedy," Dog Mountain said, almost unable to bear the sight.
At this moment, human lives were truly worth less than a penny.
He shook his head slightly and turned his gaze toward Xu Zimo.
Yet Xu Zimo appeared remarkably calm, not even frowning.
It was as though the lives of these million people meant nothing to him either.
In truth, Dog Mountain did not know that when Xu Zimo had destroyed the Nine Provinces World,
although he had brought a group of people to the Divine Continent,
many more who bore him ill will had turned to ashes alongside the Nine Domains World.
Their numbers had far exceeded a million!
At this moment, however, Xu Zimo's gaze remained fixed more on Mist Island.
To be honest, he did not like this method.
Using a million lives to fill a restriction.
Yet while he would not do it himself, neither would he object to others doing it.
After all, someone had to enter Mist Island. Someone had to do this.
To put it bluntly, he was merely sitting back and reaping the benefits. He was no righteous gentleman, so there was no need to feel burdened by guilt.
Once Mist Island revealed its true appearance, everyone finally saw its full extent.
Though it was called an island,
Mist Island was so vast and boundless that its end could not be seen at a glance.
Layer upon layer, mountain after mountain.
Rolling peaks surged toward the heavens with differing auras.
Such a vast world stretched across the cosmos just like that.
It was the universe's uncanny craftsmanship.
It was something truly forged by nature.
Amid the overlapping mountain ranges, one place was especially eye-catching.
That place radiated seven-colored light, like a rainbow piercing the heavens, dazzling beyond compare.
One could