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?

In the raging catastrophe of war, murmurs had everyone's eyes blazing red, and the slaughter became increasingly frenzied as various rebels wildly vented their ambitions.


Qin Muye watched this scene and realized something was wrong, for it was indeed too mad, everyone behaving as if they were in a frenzy.


Above the entire Great Nether Dynasty, everyone's madness converged into an invisible black smoke that slowly coalesced into a massive entity.


Perhaps the magicians of the Upper Three Realms could slightly perceive the aura emanating from the black smoke with their Divine Thought.


"Life's three poisons are truly terrifying," Qin Muye couldn't help but remark.


Others might not discern the essence of this black smoke, but could he not see it? This was the Spirit Realm's three great demons of greed, anger, and delusion.


Only now they had transcended the Spirit Realm, evolving into a higher form.


Chapter 404: The Three Poisons of Life, The Dimension of the Soul