The ruins of King Xiang.
A ghostly figure quietly appeared here, watching silently.
This is a barren land rooted in the Heavenly Lotus Realm of the Medium Thousand World. The past palaces, pavilions, and terraces have vanished without a trace, with not even a foundation remaining—only an expanse of yellow sand, devoid of any spiritual mechanism, with Spiritual Energy so thin it's nearly non-existent.
Who could have imagined that more than thirty million years ago, this place was filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers, enveloped in white mist, gathering the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi and Destiny of various worlds, as a top-tier Holy Land of the Immortal Dao for the Great Thousand World Clusters?
This Great Thousand World Clusters was where the final and most intense struggle of Human Dao Fortune took place.
Jiang Ding silently gazed at the expanse of yellow sand and earth.
"Kill! Kill!"
"Fight a hundred battles and never regret!"
