Shi Yongheng looked at the phantom in the sky and sensed a terrifying power. At the same time, he saw a dreadful scene like mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It was the complete opposite of the sacred vision he had seen before. The whole world was filled with bloodshed, countless people wailed, and the entire world had become an apocalypse.
Strange and terrifying, Shi Yongheng steadied his mind. Runes spread across his body as he dodged the enormous palm. His expression was grave, and runes surfaced within his eyes.
A gale rose. The runes on Shi Yongheng's body flared brilliantly, and a streak of sword light appeared, slicing straight through the air.
Of course, it had not truly torn through space. The power was simply so terrifying that it warped the air, creating a visual illusion.
Five incomparably sharp sword blades cleaved apart the dark clouds, slaying the demon god phantom within them. The gale raged, scattering the clouds.
Everything returned to calm. He looked at the bronze pillar standing motionless on the altar. It appeared extremely ancient, covered in patches of verdigris. One could tell at a glance that it was an artifact from the distant past. Beneath the bronze pillar was a pool of golden blood.
A sacred world appeared in his eyes. It was a peaceful and tranquil land, and the people living there led happy lives. Whether old men, children, or middle-aged men, all wore sincere smiles on their faces.
The people of this land were able to live in such harmony because it possessed a powerful Sacrificial Spirit. This Sacrificial Spirit protected the land.
But then a great calamity descended. Even the powerful Sacrificial Spirit was unable to withstand such a terrible disaster.
The earth sank, and everything was buried.
The totem pillar