Ling Han swept an eye over his body, and sure enough, after the ball of light disappeared, a piece of light golden metal was revealed. It didn't look anything special, but gave Ling Han a feeling that it could create infinite possibilities.
This was the Metal of Creation?
What kind of strange name was that!
Ling Han couldn't help but grumble. 'You're a dignified Great Emperor, and it's not like you're incompetent in naming. Why didn't you give it a nicer and simpler name?'
However, he immediately turned his attention back to the message that the Great Emperor Wu Ya had left behind. According to this Lord, the Primitive Abyss was presently experiencing an extremely urgent situation, which concerned the survival of the entire universe.
The problem was that it wasn't peaceful outside either. The main goal of the Twelve Lands of Death was to destroy the Living Realm, which could similarly cause great loss of life.
