Dawn slowly rose on the horizon, gilding the snow-capped peaks of Blood Mountain with a burning golden hue.
As the tallest peak in Ten Peaks Mountain, this place stood roughly three thousand meters above sea level. The mountain was full of treacherous terrain and jagged rocks, with only two or three narrow paths winding across its slopes.
A breeze suddenly swept past. In the blink of an eye, two phantom-like figures stood atop the pristine snow.
Looking closely, there was not a single footprint beneath them. No one knew how they had reached such a place.
"...I remember the Rockaxe Clan was your proudest creation, along with that fellow named Olong."
"I said that the year before last. Your database should have been updated."
"Oh? Then what is your proudest creation now?"
"The next one."
The Beast King gazed at the distant peak and calmly spoke those words.
The Rockaxe Clan was still far from perfect.
Olong included.
Yet that was precisely why he existed.
In competition with those decaying old powers, he would continuously refine his creation until it finally broke through the limits of organic life and achieved ascension in the physical sense.
He would create a true "Beast King."
"Interesting. The best one is always the next one." The Human Emperor glanced at the Beast King beside him and smiled faintly. In an ordinary tone, he continued, "But I must remind you that you have already lost one-third of your territory."
"It is three-tenths." The Beast King expressionlessly corrected the imprecise statement.
The Human Emperor gave a slight shrug.
"Either way, I need you to hold this place for at least half a year, until Alzu successfully opens up the situation in the south."
"Half a year." A barely perceptible chill hung on the Beast King's slightly