The Void World
The sky was filled with clouds. The clouds were burning red, dyeing the entire sky like it was on fire. Occasionally, lightning would flash, followed by the deep sound of thunder.
On the altar, the blood-red pool rippled. The sea of monsters that were rushing up looked much thinner. Now, there were only a few thousand of them.
The three-faced giant's six eyes were stained with blood as he looked at the sparse demons descending from the sky. He saw the last batch of demons with distorted forms. They were forcefully pieced together as they continued to rush up the stone steps of the altar. When they reached the altar, a red light enveloped the demons. The demons screamed in bliss as their bodies exploded, turning into a blood mist that surged towards the center of the altar.
After an unknown period of time, all the monsters were dead. There were only one or two thousand humanoid monsters left. These monsters' eyes were filled with intelligence. Some of them had yet to completely transform into human form.
These monsters knelt on the ground. Strangely, as the monsters died, the world gradually calmed down. The lightning in the sky gradually weakened.
The meteorites that were constantly falling also gradually calmed down. As if it was a signal, there was a huge flash in the sky. Following that, there was an earth-shattering explosion of thunder. The fiery clouds gradually turned into thick, dark clouds.
The three-eyed giant looked at the sky and stretched out his hand. The rain fell.
"It's finally raining again after three hundred years." The three-eyed giant muttered. The thousands of humanoid monsters on the ground also danced and sang along with the rain, laughing happily.
"Boom!" A bolt of lightning struck down, landing on the ground nearby. The three-faced giant looked at the sky and muttered, "Is it for me to leave? It's been seven hundred years. The battle has finally ended. I've won. I'll head on to the next journey. "
The giant raised his head and looked along the metal chain into the sky. The metal chain seemed to extend to the end of the sky.
"Your Majesty, are you leaving?"
Among the humanoid monsters below, a monster with goat horns that looked exactly like a human stepped forward. He pressed his body against the ground and said.
The three-faced giant lowered his head and looked at the monsters below the altar. He sighed, "Yes, I'm leaving."
"I descended into the world. Demonic aura enlightened all things. The Demon race was born, and we demons usurped the world. The world retaliated. This natural disaster is the embodiment of the world's retaliation."
"When most of the monsters died, the retaliation stopped. The world is very weak!"
As the three-faced giant spoke, the demons in the rain listened quietly.
"Their deaths were worth something. Their demonic aura will be transmitted to the next world. That world will give birth to a new demonic race and undergo their next rebirth. That's right, they will be reborn in that world." The three-faced giant squinted his eyes as he spoke.
"It's been seven hundred years. All the races born in this world have been wiped out by our Demon Clan. You people are the most perfect combination of Demon Qi and this world. The day that belongs to you has finally arrived."
"The world will not accept all of you at once. It will give birth to flowers, plants, trees, and other living beings. You will be few in number, so you will continue to reproduce and survive, secretly controlling the world."
"Do not recklessly destroy it, because the world is extremely weak and cannot endure too much destruction."
"However, with each epoch, the old and new lifeforms will be eliminated and developed, while you people will always exist. One day, the world will truly acknowledge you people, and then this world will become the world of the Yao race."
"This rain is proof of that. The sky is no longer sending down meteors, nor is it directly targeting you all with fire and lightning. This rain has brought new life," the three-faced giant said.
"Long live the Demon Emperor, long live the Yao race. We will definitely conquer the world." Thousands of demons shouted loudly.
"One day, a Demon Emperor will appear among you, and you will be able to advance into the new world."
"Look, this is my final lesson for you all." The three-headed giant stepped onto the altar. "I will transform into the purest form of power and infuse it into the new world."
"The foolish new world will accept me because it has obtained a large amount of energy. It will attempt to destroy my consciousness, but that is exactly what I wanted. I will automatically disperse."
"My power will transform that new world. The three heads correspond to heaven, earth, and man."
"An intense war will sweep through the world. When we win, I will be able to reunite and advance into the next world."
As he spoke, the three-eyed giant transformed into the purest form of blood and rushed out. This blood instantly fused with the metal chain and flew into the distant space.
As the three-faced giant disappeared, so did the metal chain. All that was left was an empty altar.
"Boom!" It was also for this reason that the mist covering the altar was completely dispersed. Heavy rain poured down, and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. An unprecedented circular lightning bolt struck the altar.
"Boom!" A mushroom cloud appeared, and the entire altar was completely destroyed. The remaining demons scattered in disarray.
Amidst the rain, strands of grass stubbornly dug their way out.
Dark Altar Sect, Monastery at the Foot of the Mountain
Strangely enough, the rain here almost never stopped since the beginning of spring. Sometimes it was heavy, sometimes it was light. Sometimes it was light, and sometimes it was light. Sometimes it seemed like the sky was about to clear up, but in less than half a day, the thick dark clouds came pressing down again.
When night fell, a few guards were patrolling the area. The leader of the guards placed his hand on the hilt of his sword as he looked up at the dark skies, "Today's patrol has been completed. You all can rest now. I shall go in and take a look."
"Yes!" All the guards acknowledged as the leader entered the side hall. The door was ajar, and the lighting within the hall was very dim. There was only a single lamp, which emitted a faint green glow. From the location of the metal chain, there seemed to be an endless amount of red and black energy being emitted. This energy could only be seen within the room, and could not be seen outside.
The Blind Daoist seemed to be resting, and the leader hurriedly knelt down in front of him.
"Dao Master, young master Xie has been defeated. Pei Zi Yun has escaped the pursuit of the Earth Immortal's incarnation." The leader revealed a respectful expression as he reported all the information he had gathered.
The Blind Daoist's eyes flashed with a hint of a smile before he retracted it. This was the leader of the patrolling guards, and he had used the Soul Confusion Technique on the metal chain to control the Blind Daoist. He then said, "Alright, I understand. You may leave now. Be careful, and do not reveal any flaws!"
"Yes, Dao Master." The leader acknowledged the order and left. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but for some reason, the Blind Daoist suddenly felt a sense of unease.
The Blind Daoist's face darkened as he paced around the side hall. He stretched out his fingers and calculated. After some time, he furrowed his brows. Although he was an expert in divination, he could not find the source of this unease.
"Boom!"
The metal chain began to emit a bright red light. This red light was much brighter than before. It was so bright that it seemed to carry with it starlight.
"Something's happened!" The Blind Daoist felt his body tremble as he looked at the metal chain. There was an unbelievable amount of energy being emitted from the anchor, and it carried with it a mysterious aura. Just by looking at it, the Blind Daoist could not help but want to pounce on it and absorb it. Every part of his body was screaming.
"Just one breath and I'll be able to transcend."
This intense feeling caused the Blind Daoist to not think at all. He pounced on the anchor and inhaled. However, the thick red light was sucked in, and then exhaled.
"Damn it, damn it!"
"How could this be? Could it be that I didn't manage to cultivate this treasure?" The Blind Daoist's face was contorted as he thought unwillingly. At this point, the sky turned pitch black.
"Hua hua!" The rain continued to pour down, and the dark clouds grew darker and darker. The metal chain continued to glow, and the energy became redder and thicker. Finally, it didn't seem like energy anymore, but blood. It spread out in all directions, as if it was about to merge with the world.
"Boom!" This seemed to have angered the heavens and earth. The sky was now covered by thick, black clouds. The cracks in the clouds flickered, and from time to time, the sound of rolling thunder could be heard. It was as if the entire place was going to be destroyed.
Such a powerful force of destruction was about to descend upon the world. The Blind Daoist shuddered as he felt an immense sense of fear. Without hesitation, he turned around and pounced.
At this point, it was too late for him to hide the fact that his body and cultivation level had been restored. He transformed into a shadow.
"Who, who is it?"
The moment the guards saw him, they pulled out their swords, "Leader, what should we do?"
"Hold on, we'll catch up to him. Don't act recklessly."
"This Daoist is an honored guest of the Young Master. He's always been courteous to us. He only asked us to watch him, but he didn't ask us to kill him. Let's just capture him and bring him back." The leader rolled his eyes and spoke.
"Yes!" Some of the guards felt that something was amiss, but they couldn't say anything wrong. Hence, they agreed.
At this point, an unfathomable aura spread throughout the entire Daoist temple.
Everyone, including the Blind Daoist, turned to look. Three gigantic fireballs appeared above the Daoist temple. These three fireballs revolved around each other, as if they had the power to break through the heavens.
Sensing this, the dark clouds in the skies grew denser. Everything in sight was pitch black, and one couldn't even see their own fingers. It was as if they couldn't even see ghosts. Only the skies above the Daoist temple were crackling with electricity. The area within a few kilometers became a sea of lightning. At times, it was as bright as day, and at other times, it was pitch black.
"Tribulation?" The Blind Daoist's body trembled. Although he had never seen it before, just one look was enough to cause him to realize something. His entire body trembled as he tried to escape.
"Boom!"
In a certain space, there was no sun, but red light shone down. A gentle breeze was blowing, and the mountains and rivers were filled with spiritual energy. The grass and trees were quiet, and the pillars of the heavens were propped up.
The stream was so clear that one could see the bottom of it. The water wasn't flowing rapidly, and it rose to the banks. Nearer to the mountain, the scenery was even more beautiful. Flowers surrounded it, and it looked like the clouds. In front of the mountain, there was a patch of grass. There was a zither table, a jade stool, a chess table, and a few other things to sit on. There was a five-colored stone path that led to the palace.
Within the palace, there was a jade archway. The design was exquisite, and the atmosphere was solemn. The words "Dark Altar Palace" were engraved on it. Within the palace, there was a chain of palaces, with corridors connecting them.
There was a tall platform in the main palace. Below the main seat were several seats, and below it stood a row of armored soldiers. There were also tens of Daoists standing there. They were all dressed in feathered robes and had their hair tied up in a bun. They were extremely beautiful, and yet they all had looks of panic on their faces.
There were faint thunderclouds in the sky of the grotto-heaven, and a kind of terror instantly engulfed the entire grotto-heaven. Every living being in the grotto-heaven trembled. Only those in the palace had a water mirror that clearly reflected the thunderclouds and the three fireballs above the Daoist temple.
Someone stepped forward and asked, "Patriarch, the Heavenly Thunder is so strong. Although our Paradise is not in the mortal world, the aftershocks of the thunder are causing us to feel uneasy. Why is that?"
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