Inside Jade Void Palace, Meng Qi held out his right palm. Drops of blood rolled across it like tiny beads of mercury. Their surfaces were flawless, utterly perfect, and they concealed a profound depth, as if reflecting the void. Their presence exerted an immensely powerful influence on the structure of the surrounding world, and they radiated an extremely ancient, profoundly weathered aura.
Based on what the Fusang Ancient Tree had witnessed, as well as his experience sensing the Haotian Mirror over the years, he was certain without a doubt that this blood belonged to Haotian Shangdi, the former ruler of the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds and a Primordial Emperor. His fame had even survived into this era. On Earth, a Primordial Fragment that had served as a World-Crossing Treasure Raft, people had continued to worship him for a long time.
Jiu Feng, an ancient god and renowned general under Haotian Shangdi, had collected drops of blood that scattered when he fell. Had she tried to fuse with them and nurture them in hopes of resurrecting him? Or did she intend to use outside help to lay an egg in a borrowed nest, raising a corresponding Illusory Dao Fruit from the blood and then refining and absorbing it to take the crucial step toward the Other Shore? Meng Qi's thoughts raced as he wondered what the former Primordial demon god, now the Nine-Headed Great Sage, was trying to accomplish.
But lacking crucial clues, and with the Nine-Headed Worm already fallen at Spirit Mountain, reduced to ashes with no one left to question, he could reach no firm conclusion for the moment.
If it was the former, then it laid bare the terror of an Other Shore Being all over again: after the All Heavens and Myriad Worlds had been destroyed