In a secluded chamber inside the City Lord's Mansion of Blackwater City, Purple Scale Old Ancestor sat cross-legged on a cushion. His eyes were tightly shut, and blood-red light surged around his body. Even shrill screams echoed from within him, as though countless vengeful spirits were howling.
Countless scarlet veins as thick as strands of hair crawled out from his body and writhed through the chamber, weaving together into a net. Their bloody glow dyed the walls, built from exotic stone, a deep red.
At a certain moment, Purple Scale Old Ancestor's tightly closed eyes snapped open. His hands bloomed like lotus flowers, and in an instant, hundreds of thousands of dancing runes coalesced in the air.
"Wuwuwu—!"
A sudden transformation took place. The runes turned into tiny blood-red figures, each one hideous, like a vicious ghost skinned alive. A torrent of resentment poured from them.
"I was heaven's chosen! I refuse to accept this!"
"I was destined to become a ruler! How could I die like this?"
"My father is the Ancient Desolate Divine Lord! He'll avenge me. You'll all die horrible deaths!"
The tiny figures began to struggle violently, flailing their arms and legs as they spat out countless vicious curses. The curses condensed into razor-sharp swords of malediction. In a flash, they all shot toward Purple Scale Old Ancestor.
"Hmph. You're already dead, and you still dare act so arrogantly?"
Purple Scale Old Ancestor sneered at the struggling figures. He raised his right hand slightly and waved it, scattering every sword of malediction that came at him. Then he brought his index and middle fingers together and pointed like a sword. In an instant, countless fine chains appeared around the figures.
In a flash, the chains bound all the figures, stilling them and turning them back