The Lord of Taibai Water

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.
Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.
Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.
No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.
"If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

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However, even the most powerful deterrent cannot stand against the passage of time.


Regrettably, all things must come to an end, and this dynasty, which had existed for thirteen thousand years, was gradually weakening.


Layers of fear formed an ethereal yet real silhouette.


These flashes of lightning penetrated a void network, in which every node was connected to a Demon Worm, yet the network was partially shattered, the broken parts collecting a massive amount of ghastly green energy, slowly repairing itself, but the progress was incredibly slow.


This caused an already precarious situation to become hugely unbalanced.


Upon seeing a certain figure, a stream of confused information continuously poured into the server—were it not for his firewall, it would have led to a surge of corrupt data.


Chapter 272: New Server, Warlock Dynasty