On this day, whether farmers toiling in the rural fields or peddlers and foot soldiers in the cities, everyone raised their heads and stared blankly at the sky.
Above the Western Ox Continent, flowers of flesh and blood slowly blossomed across the firmament.
A hundred miles up in the high sky, there was an extremely scorching sun's essence, dozens of miles thick, where any living creature, including cultivators of the Great Ascension stage, would have their physical bodies and primordial spirits reduced to flying ash upon arrival.
Yet those flowers of flesh and blood were blooming precisely in this place, continuously growing, spreading, and becoming larger and larger. They seemed utterly unafraid of the sun's essence, nor did they fear the night's yin moon sword qi, and they completely disregarded the true god from beyond the heavens.
Soon, these flowers of flesh and blood interconnected in the high sky, covering an increasingly vast range, gradually filling the sky of the Western Ox Continent.
An oppressive evil qi drifted down from the high altitude, and the first things to undergo evil transformation were dead corpses.
Those people who had just died suddenly sat up straight, either transforming into zombies, ghosts, having their heads split open like petals, or growing flower branches from their limbs, appearing in bizarre shapes as they hunted humans.
There were also livestock and poultry that had just been slaughtered, which were likewise invaded by the evil qi and underwent evil transformation, turning into evil spirits to seek revenge on people.
Then there were the grasses and trees, which also gradually mutated under the influence of the evil qi, waving their branches, locking down passing people, and driving their roots in through the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose to suck human blood as nourishment.
Some trees even uprooted