A cold, gloomy wind silently swept through the broken Peaceful Realms.
The surging fog made this world seem like flowers in the mist, difficult to see clearly.
At the far end of the desolate land, several terrifying godly corpses slowly wandered through the fog.
The all-consuming mist could not conceal the remains of these deities.
They wandered within the fog, visible even from a great distance.
This scene was all too familiar to Li Muyang.
He had once seen this shattered wasteland of the Peaceful Realms through the eyes of the Green Sword Mantis, controlling it as it roamed and hunted across the land for a long time.
But his previous advent had been controlling the Green Sword Mantis with the third-person perspective of the game.
Today, however, he had incarnated here in the flesh, completely leaving the world of the living.
