There was an empty city, desolate and silent. The citizens had left several years ago, and wind and sand now covered up its previous glory. A middle-aged man in yellow robes walked out of the void elegantly and sat cross-legged on the mottled walls. It was Wang Xuanjin.0

In his hand was a copper ruler, adorned with countless source origin seals. With a simple wave, a surge of destructive wind and thunder would rise with it. On his waist was a golden gourd, flickering with a destructive and dangerous aura. His gaze swept over the desolate city as he sighed. Ever since the war started, the divine continents' prosperity had become a thing of the past. If they failed here, who knew just how many living creatures would die.0

"These Others truly are despicable," Wang Xuanjin thought as he clutched his copper ruler, his expression growing severe. He raised his head and looked at the main road leading towards the city. At the end of it was an all-encompassing grayish-black aura....0