What Wang Ping and the others had sensed was basically correct. An unprecedented upheaval was currently unfolding within the Demonic Qi world.
Twin Star City, once a grand ecological metropolis serving as a bridgehead against Outer Realm Demonic Creatures, was now utterly unrecognizable. Its towering dome lay shattered, its exposed metal framework warped and twisted. The circulation pipes that had once carried air through the city were now clogged with viscous, foul-smelling, ink-green slime.
The bustling crowds had vanished from the streets, replaced by malformed monsters wandering aimlessly. They had once been residents here, following the Rebels with hope in their hearts, but now they had undergone horrifying mutations under the deep contamination of demonic qi.
The Cultivators who had converted to the demonic path were in slightly better condition, but they had not escaped unscathed. Their eyes were murky and frenzied, demonic qi coiled around them, and their sanity teetered on the brink beneath the temptation and corrosion of power.
The palace at the city's center had been completely razed. In its place stood a ten-thousand-zhang altar piled from countless living beings' bones, twisted metal, and still-pulsing contaminants. The altar was dark red, its surface carved with blasphemous ancient runes that continuously drew in the pain, despair, and frenzied spirituality gathering from every corner of the city.
Space had been torn open above the altar, forming a constantly rotating dark-red vortex that radiated extreme filth and chaotic energy. This vortex had established an exceptionally unstable connection with some indescribable horror in the distant Outer Realm.
At the summit of the ten-thousand-zhang altar, Wunian's illusory figure flickered in and out amid the violent currents of energy. The strange rune-lines circling him flashed madly, resonating with the entire Demonic Qi world and drawing upon boundless power. Yet the power was too