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The sky here didn\'t have the fragmented-face of the god, but the anomalous substances here were still extremely dense.

The anomalous substances that permeated the Wanggu Continent not only affected Wanggu itself but also all the small worlds that were connected to it.

However, the sun and moon here didn\'t have any gods resting there. They were formed from the gazes of the four primordial heavenly Dao of this world after being altered by the Sword Holding Palace.

Now, under the sun formed by the gazes, heat waves churned and the clouds thinned, causing the two figures, one old and one young, walking in the sky to be especially distinct.

The old man was Ghost Hand.

The youth was Xu Qing.

"The job of an Area C Pawn is actually very simple. It\'s to patrol this world."

"You\'re not the only Pawn in this world. Including you, there are a total of 67 Pawns here. Your place of duty and time will be arranged when you can descend to this world alone."

"Before that, what you need to do is to follow me. I\'ll bring you to familiarize yourself with everything here."

Ghost Hand spoke as he moved forward.

Xu Qing respectfully nodded.

"You have two benefits as a Pawn of Area C." Ghost Hand smiled and took out a flask of old wine, taking a big gulp.

"The first benefit is that there\'s no limit to killing every month. However, you can\'t kill too much either. Think about it yourself."

"The second benefit is actually what all the Area C Pawns care about the most. That is to comprehend in this small world."

"All the nomological laws in the world are under our control. Hence, it\'s more suitable for cultivators to comprehend the circulation of the world and study how the Heavenly Dao is formed."

"This is the key to advancing to the Spirit Repository. The secret repository of Spirit Repository cultivators requires the Heavenly Dao to guard it."

"Although you haven\'t even reached the Nascent Soul realm, there are benefits to comprehending it in advance. When your cultivation level is high enough to patrol alone later, you will sense the corresponding benefits. Of course, how much you gain will depend on your luck."

Xu Qing memorized it.

This was the first time he had heard things related to the Spirit Repository. Although he could ask his master and Fairy Zi Xuan about these questions, he still expressed his gratitude to Ghost Hand for telling him.

Ghost Hand smiled and took another sip of wine. When he passed by a wilderness, he lowered his head and chuckled.

"Oh right, I forgot to mention just now. As a Pawn from Area C, you have to feed them occasionally."

After saying that, Ghost Hand waved his hand. Immediately, some useless pills that contained a large amount of anomalous substances and only had a little spirit energy were thrown down.

"Watch carefully. It\'s time for fun." Ghost Hand licked his lips and looked at the ground.

Xu Qing\'s gaze also landed.

The instant they looked over, the ground in the wilderness suddenly exploded and skinny figures rushed out.

Some of these figures had human forms but most of them were from nonhuman races. They had different appearances and there were even spirit plants.

At that moment, they rushed out in unison. All of their eyes revealed madness and desire as they rushed toward the useless pills. They attacked each other savagely, fighting to the death.

It was as though to them, these useless pills were like supreme treasures, causing them to go crazy.

Xu Qing saw a blue-scaled nonhuman with six arms. In order to obtain a useless pill, he didn\'t hesitate to destroy half of his arm. After devouring the pill, he showed a satisfied expression and fled in a frantic manner.

However, it was still too late. A group of nonhuman races rushed over and tore him apart to obtain the medicinal power that could be digested.

There was an area where hundreds of prisoners fought with bloodshot eyes. In the end, the cultivator who succeeded in snatching the pill revealed a look of desire despite his bloodied body as he swallowed the pill.

Things like this were playing out everywhere. Whenever the alchemy pills fell, almost every pill would result in a bitter fight.

Very soon, this wilderness was covered in corpses. As for the surviving criminals, they also noticed Xu Qing and Ghost Hand in the sky. All of them revealed looks of reverence as they knelt down, as though they were looking at a god.

"This area is filled with those who were captured in the past hundred years, so it\'s still lively and more fun."

"Before that mutilated Six Armed Race cultivator was captured, he used his seven nascent souls\' power to kill the Observance Palace cultivators. At that time, he had quite some fame. However, here, although he\'s still a Nascent Soul cultivator, he\'s extremely fragile after being assimilated by this small world."

"There\'s also the cultivator of Winged Race with wings on its back whom I captured personally. It\'s even more powerful. It once wreaked havoc in the Morning Glow Province with its eight nascent souls\' power. How do you think they feel when they think about how they could do whatever they wanted outside but now, they\'re in such a miserable state?"

Ghost Hand grinned.

Xu Qing looked at the ground and could tell that the cultivation bases of these criminals were fragile. They were clearly Nascent Soul cultivators and so were their auras. However, the feeling he got was that he could crush them to death with a single finger.

"As for those useless pills, the reason why they yearn for them is because the spirit qi here is exhausted. In order to survive and not die, they have to allow their cultivation bases to exist. Hence, they risk dying once to snatch them."

Xu Qing frowned. He felt that there was something wrong with Ghost Hand\'s words. In order not to die, they risk dying once. This was a little contradictory.

Ghost Hand smiled but didn\'t explain immediately. Instead, he brought Xu Qing forward.

They passed by mountain ranges and deserts until they finally arrived at a vast plain.

At this moment, Xu Qing\'s pupils contracted.

He saw countless figures meditating cross-legged on the ground.

These myriad races that were sitting cross-legged and meditating didn\'t move at all.