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?

"The dismantling of the Divine Country is complete, and all units are ready for melting down." Tian Qi looked at the dismantled Holy Light God's Divine Country, which was still quite a big chunk.


Leaving it to slowly decay was a waste, so it might as well be recycled to extract a good amount of resources.


Furthermore, it normally has to be taken apart anyway, since a new port needs to be built, and leaving it there is an eyesore.


Originally, the plan was to let the Divine Country decay and self-destruct slowly, but then it seemed such a pity, so the idea naturally shifted toward reaping what could be salvaged.


At the very least, it was like gaining a mosquito's leg.


There was no need to worry about Divine Power contamination—could it possibly be stronger than the power of the Abyss? If all else fails, throwing it in as fuel would be excellent.


Chapter 457: The Spirit Monsters Dismantle