A high concentration of murky energy permeated Northern Qi.0

Pang Jian overlooked the fragmented land from the skies, his divine sense unfurling to scan every detail of the landscape, imprinting it into his mind.0

This was his and his sister's homeland. Before the bizarre mist had swallowed this fragmented land, he had often gazed up at the eternally overcast skies of the Fourth World, imagining a future where he could one day take his sister to the Third World.0

Only from the Third World upward could one see the sun, moon, and stars.0

The years had passed in a blur. 0

His sister had since become the cherished disciple of Su Wanrou of the Pure Land Sect.0

Pang Jian, on the other hand, had ascended to godhood from the Nirvana Realm after enduring numerous trials. 0

Unfortunately, the one thing that remained unchanged was the fact that their father was still missing.0

The only thing his father had left behind was a bronze pendant, which revealed its miraculous abilities as Pang Jian grew stronger, ultimately becoming his greatest aid in ascending as a True God.0

It's time to venture into the depths of Northern Qi's bizarre mist.0

With that thought, Pang Jian raced through the sky at full speed.0

Pang Jian cast a fleeting glance at the vast wasteland below, where the Fey Race had erected stone cities, then moved on without a second thought.0

Northern Qi had long been devoid of human cultivators, let alone non-cultivators.0

Only the Fey Race, capable of fluidly adapting to both spiritual qi and murky energy, remained on this fragmented land.0

Pang Jian held no attachment to...0