In the universe's space interlayer, an enormous space fragment tens of thousands of light-years across drifted ceaselessly.
Inside the space fragment lay the Ten Thousand Rays Secret Realm.
This enormous space fragment was not entirely stable. Apart from the relatively smooth region spanning over a thousand light-years at its center, its outer reaches were actually a jumble of smaller space fragments, leaving space there chaotic.
From time to time, small space fragments broke away, while new ones attached themselves.
On one side of this enormous space fragment, a Divine Kingdom occupied a small, hooked branch spanning only several hundred thousand kilometers.
Within the Divine Kingdom stood one dormant volcano after another, and the endless volcanoes encircled a cluster of temples at their center.
Farther out, this Divine Kingdom also had deserts, seas, and the like, though their temperatures were somewhat high. But that was all in the past. This Divine Kingdom had long since died and was now almost entirely barren.
Yet amid the desolation, the area around the Central Temple brimmed with vitality.
Clusters of spatial passages filled a side hall of the temple. At that moment, figures emerged from the different spatial passages, gathering there.
As those figures appeared, a scout squad that had already been there, concealed off to one side, flew over.
"Greetings, leaders." The scout squad's captain was a warrior clad in black armor.
"No need for such formalities, Mr. Xing Gui." Ne'aosi helped Xing Gui straighten up.
Seeing that Ne'aosi and Xing Gui seemed ready to continue their performance, Meng Jin coughed impatiently several times.
"Let's discuss the restoration work here. Is our original idea feasible?"
As a World Lord, Xing Gui was not merely the captain of a scout squad. He was also in charge of the Divine Kingdom's restoration.
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