Qi Prefecture, Primal Chaos.
Thick, inky darkness swallowed a million li of heaven and earth. The stars and moon had vanished, and even the wind seemed frozen.
Qi Long River's pitch-black waters glistened like oil, so viscous that strands of ink could be drawn from them. Beneath the surface, a colossal shape slowly writhed.
Around Qi Long River, within a million li of land, all manner of terrifying creatures hid in the darkness, watching their surroundings.
This was a lost forbidden land, a twisted place where even the gods spoke in hushed tones.
Between towering peaks, a Three-headed Black Dragon coiled. Its scales were darker than night, and each head drooped with tentacles slick with mucus.
Whenever it breathed, foul black winds swept through the mountains. The river boiled and surged, revealing a giant tail wrapped around the mountain beneath the water.
Suddenly.
The Three-headed Black Dragon slowly raised one of its heads and looked into the distance.
A white-haired man dressed in a green robe strode in, treading upon malice.
"Greetings... greetings, my lord!" The Three-headed Black Dragon recognized him and instantly surged forward.
The man in the green robe gave the dragon a cursory glance. An endless terror descended upon it, and it dared not speak.
The newcomer was Chen Liu.
One of the three human forms of Wei Zhao Xu Ji.
At that moment, Chen Liu looked into the depths of pitch-black Qi Long River. His eyes seemed to pierce the boundless gloom and chaos, fixing on a colossal presence.
Chen Liu suddenly let out a strange cry. His mouth tore open, and countless black maggots spilled from his throat into Qi Long River.
The next moment.
A vast shadow seemed to surge in the depths of Qi Long River. Evil and chaos from time immemorial became