While Wang Ping and the three True Lords—Tiangong, Di Wen, and Lieyang—were engaged in an earthshaking battle near the sun, the immense power of Rules shaking the starry cosmos and drawing the attention of every high-level cultivator in the Inner Ring Starfield, Demon Star plunged into an unprecedentedly terrifying catastrophe during that brief half-incense stick of time.
At first, only a few inconspicuous formation lights flickered to life in remote corners across Demon Star. Their structures were twisted—the evil sacrificial rites long expressly forbidden by the Dao Palace for communicating with Outer Realm Lifeforms.
Yet after merely three to five breaths, those scattered points of ritual light spread wildly across Demon Star's surface like a plague. Hundreds of sacrificial formations activated simultaneously, echoing one another and forming a network that covered the entire planet.
Countless low-level Demon Cultivators who had been bewitched or forced, as well as some demon beasts whose spiritual intelligence had yet to awaken, were driven into those formations. Amid despairing wails, their flesh, blood, life, and spirituality were offered upon the altars as sacrifices!
What appeared above the altars were frenzied consciousnesses beyond description, filled with chaotic and greedy wills; Outer Realm energies carrying every sort of polluted aura; and distorted projections of life. Like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam, they poured into Demon Star!
However, restricted by the Rules, what emerged from the altars were only disorderly polluted lifeforms, and their highest level was merely the Entry Realm. But there were simply too many of them.
These polluted, disorderly lifeforms swiftly tainted Demon Star's earth, mountains, rivers, and streams. Plants withered and mutated in an instant, becoming grotesque beings that waved their tentacles; rocks twisted out of shape, their surfaces sprouting patterns of writhing blood vessels; rivers turned thick and fetid, bubbling with colorful