At the battlefield's edge, a shattered universe.
This was once one of the frontlines of the battle between two forces.
However, with the end of the conflict, the Realm Master has fallen, the Primordial beings and Demon Gods have withdrawn, leaving it as a no man's land.
Numerous fragments of shattered worlds, corpses of God Demons, and Magic Treasure pieces that long lost their spiritual essence float quietly like cosmic dust in this cold and silent Chaotic Void.
Suddenly, a One-eyed Daoist wearing a ragged Hundred-patch Daoist Robe, with a scruffy beard, looked sly as he poked his head out from behind a massive world remnant.
His lone eye, like that of a hawk, cautiously scanned the surroundings.
After confirming there was no danger, he tiptoed out from behind the debris.
Behind him, he dragged a large burlap sack made from unknown Divine Beast leather.
The sack was bulging, filled with contents unknown.
"Hehe, today's harvest is quite good."
