At the summit of the mountain range.
Behind the Blood-Clad Man stood an ancient, unadorned hall, shrouded in Blood-colored Mist.
Inside the hall stood an altar.
Upon the altar was a dazzling five-colored divine radiance.
At that moment, as the Blood-Clad Man's voice rang out beyond the hall, the five-colored divine radiance suddenly churned violently, and the Peacock Demon Emperor's voice emerged from within:
"This was never fate. It was a trap you laid long ago!"
Yet the voice was blocked within the hall and could not reach the outside world.
Outside the hall, the Blood-Clad Man raised his head to look at the sky, a strange smile appearing on his lips.
A trap?
If the calamity of destiny had not fanned the flames, how could today's catastrophe have come to pass?
The Blood-Clad Man did not say those words aloud.
His gaze turned icy as he looked into the distance and murmured softly, "Little Peacock, this is fate. I waited through eternity upon eternity before finally awaiting today's calamity. Once I seize the Book of Destiny, I'll take you back to the Abyss of Myriad Tribulations!"
Within the hall, the five-colored divine radiance atop the altar remained silent.
Meanwhile—
"This cage was formed from the calamity of destiny. Fighting it is equivalent to fighting a fate calamity, and unpredictable changes will follow."
The Divine Owl Demon Ancestor's expression was grave.
At that moment, the scene before them had completely changed. It was as though they had been sealed within a boundless blood-colored void, with no other sights visible.
Only a gray prison cage blanketed heaven and earth, trapping them completely within it.
The cage seemed to be constructed of pillars of destiny stone, gray and murky, emanating a dense aura of calamity.
"W-what do we do now?"
The Demon