Jiang Ming stood at the highest point, waiting for the arrival of midnight.
"Looking forward to it?" Wang Qiutong stood by his side.
She had completely recovered.
"Sort of!" Jiang Ming nodded, "The Lost Land, shrouded in fog, weakens the strength of those above the Ninth Realm. At midnight, the silent transformation of heaven and earth takes place. If its range was small, it would be fine, but in the Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes, the extent is too broad, beyond human reach!"
"All this seems far from naturally evolved, but rather deliberately arranged."
"Perhaps, this is the method of the gods!"
"Gods, what kind of existence are they?"
Jiang Ming gazed up at the sky, his mind churning.
He already knew that in the present heaven and earth, the Twelfth Realm is the ultimate limit, but many things suggest that gods exist in the human world.
World of secret realm, World Gate, Cosmic Fog, Lost Land, Myriad Realms City, and so forth.
