A vast web woven from billions of blood-red threads tightened like a fishing net, enclosing all of India.
The Fourth True Ancestor lay limp on the ground. Blood Energy was stripped from his body and drawn away faster than ever before, flowing into the terrifying being in the sky.
The kingdom of Bloodline Descendants he had labored to build, the billions of subjects he regarded as its foundation, had all become sacrifices.
All he could do was prostrate himself.
For beyond that rift in the Shadow Domain, his master's will still hung over the land—cold, merciless, and intolerant of defiance.
As the Blood Shadow Sovereign devoured power, her body began to transform.
Her form grew increasingly solid. The crimson light around her was no longer merely energy spilling outward; it began to take shape as a domain.
A scarlet castle, an inverted river of blood, wailing souls... countless visions flashed behind her before settling into a boundless crimson wasteland.
It was the manifestation of a Divine Kingdom.
When the final blood-red thread entered her body, the scarlet twilight above all of India became tangible.
An independent Crimson Sky Vault replaced the sky.
Beneath it, the soul marks of every surviving member of the Blood Clan were forcibly rewritten. Their allegiance shifted from the Fourth True Ancestor to their new ruler.
The Blood Shadow Sovereign had stolen his kingdom.
She did not return to the Shadow Domain. Instead, she descended upon the throne piled high with bones and pinned the weakened Fourth True Ancestor beneath her foot.
This would be her Divine Kingdom in the Mortal World, a new pasture that would supply power to her true body.
And the reason she had harvested so ruthlessly right away, nearly draining India's Blood Servants to death, was to put on a show.