Its force was magnificent, like the wail of the sea and the song of a whale.
Though he had only heard it a few times, Fu Qian had great confidence in his judgment.
If it really was a True God, then it sounded like a giant dragon's roar—only rather mournful.
Besides, he couldn't see so much as a single dragon scale.
Sure, the undulating scarlet did reveal quite a few things, but they looked so filthy and chaotic that they hardly seemed connected to a legendary creature.
For example, even the throne mentioned earlier seemed to be submerged in blood, with more than half of it covered in swaying tendrils of flesh.
Honestly, this scene even seemed a little familiar.
At that moment, the gaping maw on his chest was still furiously tearing at the scarlet.
Squinting as he stared ahead, Fu Qian marveled inwardly. At the same time, he seemed to feel the stickiness beneath his feet and catch a foul odor in his nostrils.
The change had clearly come about because he'd sped things up. That had indeed been the point: ancient madness, revived? Let's see one of them go mad first.
As it turned out, it was always a mistake to take things for granted.
After receiving his most discerning scrutiny, Scarlet Fever—suspected to be a corruption belonging to the ancient tyrant—had offered a truly bizarre answer.
The Graveyard of Gods. That Blood Lake where he'd once felt "eternity." The place where Rainbow of Yao Bian had set its trap for him.
That was right. Though he still couldn't see the malformed pillars, Fu Qian seemed to smell that taste of rot already.
He even remembered the sight of plump, pale worms wriggling and devouring their way through his flesh.
Was that place the source of