Shenxi Xingtian felt a joy unlike any he had ever known.
He had thought that after personally burying the Dark Clan, he would never feel joy again.
Yet when he opened that box that had been sealed for millions of years and saw that the prehistoric life within was still reproducing and passing down its lineage in that cramped space, he was dumbfounded.
He felt the terror of the universe!
Who had created such a life-form?
The meaning of its existence was to exterminate life.
If it had been a few years ago, Shenxi Xingtian would never have touched it. But now, with his wife and children brutally dead, his entire clan annihilated, and both major bases destroyed, what could be more wonderful than making the whole world accompany the Dark Clan to the grave?
He had long been unable to wait to see the expressions on the faces of those who had been planning behind the curtain.
"Fed by my body, spread through the body of the Bloodline Vine, you will be reborn into this world in a short time. I am the one who gave you rebirth. I am like your father, and the Bloodline Vine is like your mother! Perhaps we will cease to exist, but you will exist forever, until the entire Infinitum Mundus is your red dust!"
There could be no more suitable vessels than him and the Bloodline Vine.
Only the Bloodline Vine could make it eternal in an instant.
Shenxi Xingtian laughed wildly, his laughter shaking the endless blood mist.
"Take it slowly. Lie low. Do not erupt yet, not until you have spread far enough. Understand?"
Like he was looking at his own child, Shenxi Xingtian gently stroked the small blood-colored sphere in his hand and spoke in the tenderest voice.
"Let