Eventually, Yang Qi caught sight of what appeared to be vast fields of wheat, all of them just beginning to bear fruit. And it emanated an aura reminiscent of the preheaven beginnings of the god world and the universe.

He was secretly shocked at this Harvestland, which wasn’t a god kingdom, but a brewing fragment of the primal-chaos of the god world itself, instead.

He opened his Lord's Eye and saw how each stalk of wheat was fully three thousand meters tall. Furthermore, what they were growing wasn’t actually wheat, but fetuses, all of them pulsing with immense godhood.

It was extremely bizarre.

“This is the Harvestland?” Yang Qi said, looking around. “What are those things?”

“This is where the Crown Prince is growing his thrall army,” God-King Ruthless said. “Don’t ask too many questions. The Harvestland was originally a fragment of the god world that existed in ancient primal-chaos. The crown prince acquired it, then used a powerful divine ability to turn it into a smaller version of the god world. As for the crops, they’re actually the result of an ancient and boundless...