[That day, halfway through your journey and before you had left the Northern Territory, everything in your field of vision suddenly turned red.]
[The Signal Light had activated on its own when you encountered danger.]
["All red?"]
[You looked in every direction, only to see a uniform dark crimson everywhere!]
[This meant...]
[You were surrounded!]
[To strike first was to gain the upper hand!]
["Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"]
[With a sweep of the Myriad Souls Banner, countless Demon Souls surged forth. Taking you as their center, they howled and trampled in every direction!]
["Demon Pot Flames!"]
[The Demon Refining Pot spewed eerie, low-temperature green flames. Better to seize control of the field first!]
[You gripped the Purple Gold Iron Staff, wielding the iron staff as a sword, and swept out a blast of force that plunged into the thick grass.]
["Rats! Come out!"]
[With the Seven Divine Steps of the Starry Sky beneath your feet, you shot straight into the air with several bangs.]
[After fully unleashing your Spiritual Sense, you discovered several nearly imperceptible shadows.]
[Those shadows slowly rose upright from the wild grass taller than a person.]
[There was nothing beneath their feet as they gradually floated into the air.]
[Ten people, all in the Martial King Realm!]
[The ten Martial Kings wore identical dark-red light armor and matching black masks. On the forehead of each mask was a blood-red crescent moon.]
[Seeing the symbol on those masks, you immediately thought of an organization.]
["Are you people from the Blood Moon Organization?"]
[One of the Martial Kings sneered.]
["Who would have thought that in the backwater of the Five Domains, a mere Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator would know of our Blood Moon?"]
[Another Martial King spoke calmly.]
["He is no mere Spirit Condensation Realm cultivator. He is the