Magic Vine Minor Realm, night.
A river of blood flowed through the sky, glittering and rising and falling alongside the moon and stars. Weathered by wind, frost, rain, and snow, it had become part of nature.
Over the years, the hundreds of millions of living beings in the Magic Vine Minor Realm had grown accustomed to the blood river in the sky and no longer lived in constant dread.
The slave races slaughtered, rioted, produced, multiplied, as they always had upon the earth through countless years. The only difference was that the Horned Demon Tribe no longer existed, and the myriad races lived much more easily.
Cultivators no longer had to use their own essence blood and lifespan to refine treasures. Qi Refining cultivators could easily live past a hundred, Foundation Establishment Cultivators could easily live past two hundred, and Golden Core Cultivators were no longer feeble with age, their essence blood and vitality exhausted...
Everything was so beautiful.
Until today, when the blood river in the sky began to revive once more.
Thump!
Thump, thump!
Thump, thump, thump...
Heartbeats like great drums being pounded arose within the blood river. A massive lifeform formed from the mingled auras of hundreds of millions of lives appeared between heaven and earth once more, carrying towering killing intent and endless greed for the blood and lives of all beings.
Countless creatures trembled in terror, and tens of thousands of miles fell silent.
Every war, production line, dance, act of reproduction, field, and marching army... came to a halt. All living beings stood frozen in fear, not daring to make even the slightest sound.
Within the blood river that pierced the heavens, a face began to emerge—blurred, handsome, and yet demonic.
"It's hereee..."
"Finally, it's hereee..."
The enormous crimson face murmured.
A voice arose.