What, after all, is the meaning of the existence of living beings?
Is it to prove that nullity and death have significance?
Central Mountain, the very center of this world.
Wu Wang stood quietly in a river valley.
There was no longer any ground to stand on. Corpses filled every inch, piled several layers high—a mix of Human Cultivators and creatures from the Hundred Races, their blood not all of a dark red hue.
