The decaying Great Barrier loomed within the vast expanse of the world, ancient trees languishing in sickness, and the six huge palaces were distributed across different regions. 0

Wang Xuan arrived at the arena. He stood on a slope and gazed at the Mortal Palace. It was called a palace, but in reality, it was a huge city. Once magnificent and lively, it was now devoid of any signs of life. 0

It was late autumn, with a slight chill in the wind. Falling yellow leaves added to its desolation akin to the nearing end of the era. There were neither any cultivators nor bustling crowds; the sacred beasts and deities were long gone.　　0

Outside the huge palace, many figures appeared on the barren plain. There were monsters, sacred tribes, humans, and other unnamed species—all challengers participating in the inter-domain war. 0

Wang Xuan was detached from the main force. He looked at the huge palace and suddenly lost interest in the battle.0

What's the point of everything here?　　0

Even the mighty deities and the transcendents had lost hope. Their struggle for treasures and Old Covenant artifacts was not to create a new myth but to extend their lifespan by a few more years. Some wished to seek refuge in the stone houses supposedly carved out of real tangible matter, wanting to...0