Primordial Wilderness.
Above the firmament, the winds and clouds shifted. The enormous Blood Futuo hung upside down like a bell.
Within the pagoda, blood surged in torrents.
Dressed in imperial robes and crown, the figure sat solemnly upon the throne, looking down upon the countless billions of the Human Race.
In a flash, four figures clad in simple robes, their auras serene and ethereal, appeared among the innumerable crowds.
They were "Qingrong," "Fankuo," "Liting," and "Qingluo"!
Faced with the grand, surging spectacle before them, the four instantly went on guard.
But just then, a low, majestic voice reached their ears at the same time: "Praise My true name, and I shall grant you rank and title!"
The four were slightly taken aback. Before they could make sense of those words, all around them, every member of the Human Race, regardless of age, sex, appearance, or bearing, bowed in unison toward the figure atop the throne, their voices fervent as they cried, "Our King is most holy and wise, His words are Heaven's decree, His commands are law. Since time immemorial, He has remained imperishable and indestructible, reigning over all beneath Heaven!"
The instant their voices fell, the auras of all who had spoken surged.
Those at the Mahayana stage rose to the Immortal Realm in the blink of an eye, while those who had already been Immortals grew even stronger!
Their perfect auras and ethereal essence flowed through the sea of blood, vast and boundless.
Before entering the game, the four had already made some guesses about the changes within the chessboard.
They quickly recovered. "Qingrong" sent a voice transmission to her companions: "The ancestors from this era are terrifyingly powerful!"
"That figure on the throne is probably no ordinary Immortal!"
"Fankuo" transmitted, "This feels a little like the laws