While the Arcane Mountain was occupied by Yatong and his army, the rest of the Mortal Desolate World was rushing to the most secluded part of the planet, the Amber Soul Kingdom.

It was situated on a humble land mass that was even smaller than Solitude City.

Amidst its now dilapidated walls and ruined buildings. It was impossible to discern any of the magnificence that it once held. Even the high palace that stood at the center of the island was beginning to fall apart after years and years of intrusion by those with ill intentions. Its decrepit appearance was a sad sight to behold considering the person who established it was the legendary Miracle, Empress Han Lan.

But in truth, the current state of the kingdom was foreseen long ago, far back to the time when it was first established by wise scholars, and that’s because Han Lan was famous for governing an uninhabited nation. Despite having a natural charisma that inspired people to follow her, she took in neither subjects nor citizens to expand her influence. No one could understand her decision to do this and thus, as time passed, evil characters often appeared throughout history who desired her possession, hoping to find anything to assist them in breaking through this realm.

And they were successful, the things that Han Lan left behind were discovered and taken. News quickly spread about this, causing more and more people to visit the Amber Soul Kingdom. The number of battles that took place here was too many to count and that has led it to be in the condition that it is in today.

The Empress had long ascended, leaving no one to protect her kingdom. There was a rumor that she had a successor but for some odd reason, instead of continuing her legacy, that person instead went on to found another group.

Han Lan’s way of doing things has always been perplexing, to this day no one understands why she even bothered to create the Amber Soul Kingdom. Did she do it just on a whim? Or was there a specific purpose?

A spatial tear had emerged in the sky just moments before. It revealed a glimpse of the starry cosmos within its cavity and a hundred rays of light descended from the darkness, shooting straight down into the wide open space of the desolate land.

The radiance quickly dispersed, revealing individuals carrying tremendously profound auras. The world violently shook from their appearance, struggling to shoulder the immensity of their cultivation.

Fortunately, a seven-colored light manifested behind the clouds in the instant they arrived.

These one hundred people had already obtained divinity, yet, in the face of this bewitching brilliance, openly shuddered before obediently lowering their cultivation to the Peak of the Holy realm. It was only after they did so that the seven-colored light vanished and lifted the pressure off their bodies.

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“Damned Universal Will,” someone in the crowd cursed, this was the first time he experienced this kind of crushing force. It felt like he could’ve been wiped away from reality in the blink of an eye.

The others, however, didn’t comment, seemingly used to the feeling.

Half of them were comprised of slender figures with exquisite translucent bodies while the other half had heads full of white hair, grey pale skin, and emerald green eyes.

Naturally, they were the Graha and Nether race!

Although these Grahas had already restricted their cultivation to the limit of the Lower World, they retained a mystifying air around them that Yatong and his people just didn’t have. They were of the same kind but there seems to be a night and day difference between the Lower and Upper World Graha. On a closer look, the outline of their figures was much fainter as well, if one wasn’t paying attention, they might mistakenly only see a floating ball of mist that was the Soul Essence Vessel.

They stood proud and appeared exalted, while the members of the Nether race standing behind them looked completely docile. In comparison to the ones who invaded the Mortal Haven World, such as Di Shi and Di Xiang, who were arrogant and full of self-confidence, these Nethers exhibited no quality of assertiveness, only a sense of duty.

Such a stark contrast was surprising but it implies the dynamic between the two races that was said to share an origin.

The Graha and Nether stood in front of a broken gate and it was strangely quiet. None of the sects has made it here yet as the Amber Soul Kingdom was too far away from civilization, being located on the other side of the world.

But they weren’t in a rush since they could feel a large number of people currently heading to their position.

“So this is the home of that tyrannical woman…” A Graha muttered.

Many of them displayed faces filled with curiosity, and it was understandable. Han Lan’s fame in the Upper World was unparalleled. From having mastery over hundreds of Divine Arts and cultivation methods, reigning supreme over the absolutes, spoiling the wicked plots of the Vilebloods, and consecutively winning the Ten Autumn Spring, in the time that she ascended, she has accomplished too many heaven-defying feats. All this caused interest in her to grow to a very high level.

At the same time, it has also put a target on her back. The amount of people who’d want to get rid of her was simply too many. That includes the Graha race. After she slew the direct descendant of their Progenitor, they have tried time and time again to eliminate her but each time, their attempts were thwarted.

“There’s nothing but water here,” another Graha spoke after releasing a soul pulse, it extended to an exaggerated range and allowed him to see the surrounding area. Other than the beasts in the ocean, there wasn’t anything else special of note.

Several Graha sneered, obviously showing disdain for the Mortal Desolate World, but they didn’t say much and continued to maintain their position. They were surprisingly disciplined. The Nether was as well, passively waiting on the side in silence.

After a few brief exchanges, they stopped and turned to face a man standing at the forefront. He looked the same as every other Graha with his spectral physique active, but the long braided hair that hung over his back made him more distinguishable than the rest.

He was currently staring at the broken gate with a serious expression. His behavior didn’t go unnoticed and a Graha approached him.

“General Fuhai, your command?”

“My command? Fanhuo, have none of you noticed that there is someone else here besides us?” Fuhai replied in slight anger.