The world's landmass in the Bronze Age still differed somewhat from Earth's landmass at the end of the Sixth Epoch.
The Bronze People divided the landmass of this time into the Four Pole Lands.
These divisions were drawn with the Sumerian Divine Court at their center.
The God-Slaying War of those years had taken place a little to the east of the Sumer region.
Each of the Four Pole Lands had its own distinctive features.
The Far North, for instance, was covered in ice and snow year-round, with boundless frozen plains and magnificent starry nights.
The Far East was an extension of the Storm Sea, where a trench lay, unfathomably deep.
The Far West, too, had its own distinctive features.
The world's vastest Abyss lay there.
And the kingdom closest to the Abyss was Mettos, that realm of lofty mountains and towering forests to its east.
On this day.
A great sun stretched across the heavens, and faintly stirred dust settled through the air.
It left the earth outside the Abyss a yellowish brown.
Jiang Yang stood before the Abyss with his hands behind his back, his eyes lowered as he surveyed its bottomless depths.
Not far behind him stood several powerful warriors, tall and stern-faced, clad in golden helmets and armor. They were solemnly surveying the world around them.
Occasionally, they cast a reverent glance at the heroic, godlike figure beside the Abyss.
These golden-armored warriors were among the personal guards Jiang Yang had selected from the mortal world over the past several hundred years.
They possessed exceptional talent, unwavering faith, and outstanding character. They obeyed Jiang Yang's commands without hesitation and were utterly loyal.
Their strength, of course, was also extraordinary.
After acquiring Divine Clan bodies-that is, after their bodies were transformed into divine bodies.
They could practice