On the Lingmeng Continent, ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers had been utterly overturned. Broken walls and ruins covered the land, and a blood-colored fog as thick as congealed paste lingered eternally, shrouding the entire world and blotting out the sun, moon, and stars.
Once, this Life Continent had brimmed with vitality. Fertile soil stretched for thousands of miles, countless races of exotic beasts flourished, and laws and rules surged through its secret realms. It had been one of the finest cultivation havens in all the heavens.
But a world-ending catastrophe had swept across the entire land, reducing all its splendor to nothing.
Cracks crisscrossed the earth like ancient wounds that would never heal. Countless shattered divine mountains lay silently across the barren wilderness. Broken bones from myriad races, fragments of ruined Divine Artifacts, and obliterated traces of laws lay scattered everywhere. A heavy stench of blood mingled with the dissipating aftershocks of Divine Power, drifting between heaven and earth, never fading through the ages.
In this battle, ninety-nine percent of the Lingmeng Continent's living beings had perished completely.
Within the vast Plane, only a tiny number of living beings remained, clinging to life. Those weak creatures with meager cultivation huddled, trembling, in the continent's most remote and barren corners. They dared not raise their heads or sense the auras outside, surviving amid deathly silence and fear.
The catastrophe had reshuffled everything, wiping out countless races.
The family reserves, racial treasures, rare natural materials, and supreme divine objects accumulated on this continent over hundreds of millions of years now lay scattered without owners.
And more than eighty percent of the Lingmeng Continent's finest resources and reserves accumulated over countless ages had been gathered, sealed, and brought under Shiheng's control within his Storage Ring, without a single omission.
Soul Gold