Within a massive tower that consisted of countless floors, various colored lights shone from time to time. It was a show of cultivators reviving from it. The lowermost floor spanned a tenth of a city in area, with countless circular platforms on it.

Each platform spanned the size of a God Foundation Realm cultivator's Divine Sense, the maximum area their Land Incarnation could overlapa circle with a radius of 10 meters.

Floating in the air, forming a wave, was Godly Energy that was condensed into a liquid. A formation was installed in place that detected the fluctuations of the Land Incarnations in the place.

Whenever a Land Incarnation pulsed, a drop of the Godly Energy liquid fell onto it, giving it enough power that the Land Incarnation pulsed to condense the figure of the respective cultivator. After reviving, they sat on the platform, meditating for some period of time to stabilize their Spiritual Incarnation.

After that, upon checking their Land Incarnation to ensure it was working fine, they exited the tower to return to war.

The first three floors of this tower were meant for the mortals and were the largest. Following that, from the fourth floor onwards, the floors resembled an inverted funnel in comparison to the first three floors.

It was because each floor from there was exclusive for one person each. The stronger they were, the higher the floor they laid down their Land Incarnation. On top of that, the area spanned by them continued to increase, from ten kilometers for a First Stage Semi-God Realm cultivator to the thousands of kilometers required by Elementary God Realm cultivators.

There was a stream of Godly Energy circulating through everything while a Primal God sat at the very top, constantly monitoring everything within the tower to ensure none of the Land Incarnations within were affected by the attacks of their enemies.

The loss of every cultivator with a Spiritual Incarnation was a blow to their foundation. After all, it wasn't easy to raise them, not to mention the sheer volume of resources required to do so.

For something like Sunkan City, the resources gathered by the entire city were necessary just to produce a Semi-God Realm cultivator. And from there on, it was just a fight for resources.

Whenever an immortal revived, a bright light was emitted from the respective floor. There was a group of Semi-God Realm cultivators that acted as servants in this tower.

They were those without a Spiritual Incarnation, stuck at the First Stage Semi-God Realm for the rest of their lives. All of them were either rogue cultivators or hailed from poor cities. And now, they were used here as servants to cater to the needs of those with Spiritual Incarnations.

Then again, the formation took care of most of the needs. So, the servants were just there for namesake. For the first couple of years, they felt insulted, having been reduced to mere servants.

But as the days passed, upon seeing powerful figures revive with sullen expressions that rushed out to exact revenge, only to revive within the tower shortly after, the servants were shocked. Over time, they adapted to it.

At least, they didn't have to face such humiliation. Even though they weren't perennial beings, having reached the First Stage Semi-God Realm, their lifespan had increased tremendously. They were able to live up to a millennium.

That was more than enough life of living, especially since they didn't have to worry about resources or the like. Thanks to their immortal bodies, they were deprived of hunger or thirst. So, they could simply slack off for the rest of their lives and do nothing.

Since they didn't have any potential, they weren't worried about their future. Even at present, the outcome of war mattered not for them.

So, after a couple of decades, they simply began to treat this as a fun activity, secretly betting the time before a certain cultivator or immortal would revive again.

Occasionally, powerful auras would stream forth from the topmost floors as someone from the Elementary God Realm would revive. However, those instances were rare. Even though they were rare, they were a spectacle, causing the servants to wish for more Elementary Gods to die.

And today, the tower trembled a little as a suffocating presence wafted out of a floor that was only a couple dozen below the top.

Most of the Godly Energy liquid within the floor was sucked up by the Land Incarnation as a figure appeared within, sighing as he gazed at the horizon. "So, I was killed by someone a realm below me."

He was Ferlash, having been killed by Krune. Currently, he was feeling melancholy. Had he been at the First Stage of the God Trial Realm while Krune was at the Ninth Stage of the Semi-God Realm, he could simply chalk it up to Krune being a legendary genius that only came once a millennium.

But in truth, Ferlash had attained multiple breakthroughs to reach the Eighth Stage of the God Trial Realm, not to mention his Spiritual Incarnation also becoming complete.

Despite everything, he had lost, not to a God Trial Realm cultivator, but a Semi-God Realm cultivator. And the most devastating fact among that was that Krune was only at the Semi-God Realm.

Based on his aura, he had only broken through recently to become a Semi-God. While they were fighting, Ferlash had noticed that Krune hadn't even finished consolidating his breakthrough.

This showed his terrifying accumulation, one in which he was able to overpower the genius Ferlash in the Eighth Stage of the God Trial Realm.

"This world is indeed filled with monsters. But" Ferlash suddenly frowned, sporting a solemn expression. "Why am I not seething with hatred by now?"

"For some reason, when I think of Krune, I'm unable to feel any hatred." This thought puzzled him. After all, he wasn't some righteous character that was nonchalant to everything that came their way.

Only legendary geniuses capable of attaining anything they desired with the least amount of effort had such nonchalance.

He, on the other hand, had been a desperate cultivator that had struggled throughout his life, fighting against his mediocrity. Slowly, as he continued to ponder about his confusion, his thoughts were replaced by Krune's lush lock of hair.

As if hypnotized, Ferlash muttered, "rainbow."

"Of course, everything makes sense now."