On the shattered battlefield of late Immortal Ancient, bloody mist lingered all year round, veiling the heavens in dim gloom.
Across the boundless crimson earth lay countless ancient corpses, each as immense as a mountain.
Dark-red blood pooled in low-lying hollows, forming shocking lakes that exuded a bleak, tragic aura of antiquity.
There was no life here—only endless destruction and death.
Amid this deathly silent slaughterhouse, the void ahead suddenly rippled almost imperceptibly.
A young man from the Foreign Territory, clad in a green robe, slowly emerged from the mist of time as though taking a leisurely stroll.
His face looked carved by a blade, extraordinarily handsome. His thick, brilliant golden hair fell from his back all the way to the bends of his calves.
The young man's expression was calm as still water. Strange cross-shaped marks lay within his golden pupils, as though he were surveying territory that belonged to him.
That innate loftiness carried a cold indifference that regarded all living things as mere straw dogs.
The instant the little Heavenly Horned Ant saw that face, its body abruptly stiffened.
Then, the last shred of its reason was utterly devoured by boundless hatred.
This was the chief culprit who had slaughtered its elder brother and Sister. That cold yet handsome face had long ago been branded into its bloodline inheritance and nightmares, becoming a shadow it could never cast off in this life.
"Beast."
The little Heavenly Horned Ant let out a howl like a mournful wail.
Without the slightest hesitation, it ignited the restored origin of the Ten Fiends within itself, forcibly stirring forth an incomparably powerful potential for life. Dazzling golden light erupted from its tiny body, becoming a resplendent pillar of gold.
With a tragic momentum that pressed forward without return, it threw itself at