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."

Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Time had flown by, and it was another decade past. The last refuge for Martial Artists, Martial Alliance, had long perished, and Transcendents seemed to have vanished from this world.


Were it not for the gradual revival of Secret Spirit Power across various regions, Qin Muye would have nearly forgotten the existence of Transcendents in this world. Unfortunately, once the inheritance was cut off, it never developed again.


After all, the Transcendents of this world did not evolve on their own but were stolen and passed on from the World's Son. Now that everything was firmly in grasp, there naturally was no way to counter it.


Chapter 399: Territory Traits, World·Civilization