The Abyss Realm was a shattered world. The land was broken, lava churned, gravity was chaotic in many places, and enormous chunks of rock floated through the void, flying wildly in every direction.
The world was gloomy but not dark. Demonic energy and dust from erupting lava veiled the sky, keeping even sunlight from reaching the ground.
Countless demons lived in this harsh world, where bloody slaughter played out at every moment. They were savage and bloodthirsty, and it was commonplace for them to tear into their own kind.
Yet in this chaotic, lawless world, a vast palace gleaming with divine light stood in the void somewhere.
The palace was lavishly beautiful, sacred and imposing. Its gentle, pure white radiance drove back the surrounding darkness, and its presence seemed utterly out of place in this world. By all rights, the demons of the Abyss Realm should never have allowed such a thing to exist, yet not a single demon had attacked it.
Not only that, but thousands of ninth-rank demons stood guard around the sacred palace, seemingly protecting it!
The sacred palace stood in the void, but beneath it was an enormous blood-red vortex, ten thousand li across. As it spun, it whipped up terrifying gales that twisted the void across hundreds of thousands of li.
A thunderous roar filled heaven and earth beneath the vast blood-red vortex. It came from a boundless sea of blood, its waves surging sky-high and rushing toward the vortex. The vortex seemed like a black hole, devouring wave after wave without end.
The blood sea stretched as far as the eye could see, at least tens of thousands of li across. Though the blood-red vortex devoured it fiercely, it did not run dry. No matter how much was swallowed, blood continued to seep endlessly