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?

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and even Qin Muye was caught off-guard, never expecting Emperor Shen You to actually stab him in the back.


"Lord of Demon Soil, save me, stop Emperor Shen You; he wants to destroy the entire world. It'll be too late for you too!!!" he cried out in desperate rage.


Qin Muye could see that what Emperor Shen You had seized was not merely a projection of Greed, Hatred, and Ignorance, but his true self that resided within the spiritual dimension, meaning he had been forcibly pulled down from a higher dimension.


It was simply inconceivable. Qin Muye himself had not yet been able to transcend such an esoteric spiritual dimension. After all, it would take some time to study and learn, yet Emperor Shen You had managed it with ease.


Otherwise, Greed, Hatred, and Ignorance wouldn't have resorted to asking Qin Muye for help.


Chapter 407: The Final Struggle, Who is the Winner?