Time flowed like water, clouds rolled and dispersed. Before anyone knew it, another million years had passed. To cultivators, time truly was worth nothing—it vanished in the blink of an eye.
That million years had been a turbulent time for the entire Primordial World. The conflicts between the three clans had become public, and clashes of all sizes erupted without end. Cultivators from the three clans could be seen fighting bloody battles everywhere, with countless innocent cultivators caught up in the fray.
The three clans had even set up a bounty board, specifically targeting the other clans' talented cultivators. Anyone who completed a task on the board would receive a handsome reward.
The bounty board's appearance plunged the already chaotic Primordial World into even greater turmoil. Assassins of all kinds emerged everywhere, and talented cultivators from the three clans continued to fall!
What drew particular attention was that Blood Prison City, which had been quiet for a long time, had resumed its operations. All its more than a hundred thousand disciples had been sent out to gain experience. Their assignments, however, were rather peculiar: they were to collect corpses. The more corpses they collected, the greater their contributions and the higher their status.
After nearly five million years of cultivation, all the lower-ranking disciples of Blood Prison City had already attained the Golden Immortal realm. Some had even attained the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
Perhaps because the cultivation techniques and divine abilities they practiced were all related to blood, every one of them now had blood-red hair, giving them an especially sinister appearance. One glance was enough to tell they were disciples of Blood Prison City.
As a result, scenes like this were common across the Primordial World: two cultivators fought a bloody, ferocious battle, while a Blood Prison