The Slaughter God Son Is Born

Time passed slowly. Before long, no one knew how much time had gone by.

As time flowed on, many things in this world were changing.

Silently, a change began to take shape, gradually affecting every corner of the world.

In the Material World, as time continued to pass, a change was steadily unfolding.

Within a deep, tranquil domain world filled with Slaughter Power,

drops of blood splattered endlessly. At that moment, streaks of crimson light spread throughout, gradually shrouding the entire region and turning it all blood-red.

Corpses lay quietly all around. The aura emanating from each one was terrifying beyond measure. Even the weakest was at least as powerful as a peak Legendary, possessing strength that would fill ordinary people with fear.

A peak Legendary would be enough to make the world tremble if they appeared outside, inspiring awe in countless people. Even the churches of the gods would treat one with deference, unwilling to offend them lightly and careful to show them the utmost respect.

Yet in this place, peak Legendaries were everywhere. One corpse after another lay scattered across the ground, the warmth slowly fading from their bodies until they grew cold, scarcely different from the bodies of ordinary people.

There were even beings far more powerful than peak Legendaries, sleeping quietly in this place. By now, they had fallen into an eternal slumber. Though their corpses still held some warmth, their origins had long since vanished, devoured by some unknown presence.

The power of slaughter boiled here. Several Slaughter Divine Domains collided and gradually merged, stretching as far as the eye could see and turning this entire region into a domain of slaughter.

Under the influence of Slaughter Power, this domain continued to expand. By now, it was no longer merely a domain, but more like