In the fifty-first year of Dawu, the chaotic era had already been unfolding for over a year.
In this past year, more powerful beings fell than in the previous ten million years combined. And yet, a significant number of new powerful beings were born. Some rose to prominence, drawing attention from all directions and establishing their reputation.
But the one who captured the most attention was still the Martial Emperor.
His presence was impossible to overlook.
In the grand chaos of the war,
It was not just the powerful ones who perished. As in any era, those who struggled most were the people at the bottom.
When beings of godlike power clashed, death swept through entire populations and filled the land with lamentations.
This was what happened in a chaotic era. Even the lives of the divine beings were cheap, and masses of them fell. What chance did ordinary people stand?
Heroes emerged from chaotic times.
But such times were also ruthless.
