Beyond this corner of the cosmos where Song Zhong was—even beyond the entire universe, beyond the entire world—
There was an incomparably vast world.
Around the outer edge of this world, strands of Samsara power flowed and revolved.
Atop the highest peak in the world stood ten cultivators of different shapes and forms, yet all emanating incomparably powerful auras.
Their auras were even stronger than those of Saints, stronger than those of Cosmos Rulers.
Especially their auras.
If Cosmos Rulers carried a trace of divinity, then the feeling these ten gave off was as if they were ten gods!
It was as though even the divinity of the Cosmos Rulers had been bestowed by them.
Suddenly, among these ten cultivators, one who looked much like a human but whose face was covered in sharp spikes turned toward another cultivator not far away—a figure entirely crimson, with a mouth full of fangs and sharp claws—and spoke with displeasure written all over his face. "Bloodthirsty, you violated the rules. In secret, you sent cultivators of your race into several cosmoses, plundering resources and sucking the blood and brain marrow of those cultivators to grow stronger."
Hearing this, Bloodthirsty raised his head and looked at the cultivator who had just spoken, his face indifferent. "So what? Prison God, if you had the ability, you would surely send cultivators of your race out to plunder as well.
"But you do not have that ability.
"Also, I know you want to know how I broke the rules and sent cultivators of our race out.
"Even if I told you, none of you could do it."
As he spoke, he looked to the side and said, "Blood Rakshasa can also break the rules, and he breaks them even more severely than I do.
"I can only