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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"I must make a trip back, perhaps the Spiritual Energy is just the Netherworld's projection."


"And these strong corpses, perhaps they do not come from the Tidal World, but are washed down from other worlds with the Netherworld waters."


"Great, I'm always happy to help others." Qin Muye's skin began to crack, and the dark red Abyss faintly showed through the crevices like the tip of an iceberg.


"Could it be that the Netherworld is slowly siphoning off the entire Tidal World?"


"Too bad being diligent doesn't help if you have reached the 6th level of physical prowess but don't have the brains to make good use of it."


"From what we see now, the Netherworld equals Spiritual Energy."


Chapter 312: Nameless Corpse, Heavenly Venerate in Meditation