Blue Tide surged in great waves.
A crimson-red gourd, vivid as fresh blood, hung high within the cauldron, rising and falling with the waves. Brilliant scarlet light burst forth and shot into the sky, tinting Blue Tide red. Sparse dark-yellow patterns dotted the gourd's surface, like yellow stripes growing upon a fully ripened loofah.
The so-called Drought Demon Fruit was a crimson gourd treasure marked with yellow patterns.
The first Rank Fruit!
The first portion of authority!
Five years had passed since Liang Qu advanced to True Image, ascended Moon Gazing Tower, learned of the Drought Demon's existence, and received a weighty duty from the Sacred Emperor.
Five years—how many five years did an ordinary life contain?
Great Snow Mountain's Hidden Stake blood-sacrificing Blue Lake, the Dream Realm Dynasty's key, the Yin Yang Five Elements Disk, and now this super-grade Blood Treasure.
Forces from every side, every point in time, all manner of information and conditions, every preliminary preparation—plan after plan brought forth, backup after backup prepared. Constant exploration, constant deliberation, constant adjustment. The mobilization of untold manpower, resources, and effort; the mediation of multiple factions. At last, they had found a foolproof method!
No blood sacrifice of commoners, no opening of the Netherworld, no eight-sided struggle between factions that would trigger a great war and split the earth and shatter the heavens.
Silently plucking the fruit beneath the tree.
What was capability?
This was capability!
Under all heaven, there was one—and only one—person who could accomplish it: an "undead" who had died once.
Him!
Xingyi Marquis!
A right-hand man indeed.
Laughter shook the heavens.
Dust drifted down from the skylight, churning violently in the beam of light.
Lao Mengyao, who was packing her belongings in the Cave Mansion and had yet to leave, raised her head in puzzlement.
What