Crimson Fire Forges a Broken Soul

Crimson bone fragments drifted down through the sky, and the lingering warmth above the dark sea of stars faded away.

Hun Zhan's consciousness broke free from the shattered bones and appeared amid the scarlet flowing light.

Rootless and unsupported, it seemed as though he could vanish from the world at any moment.

He knew very well that he was already dead.

His physical body had shattered, his origin had burned away, and even the sparks of the Tidal Rebellion had all perished in martyrdom.

The path he had chosen and fought for had reached its end.

According to the rules of the Monster World, beings like him would not completely disappear after death. They would only be forcibly recalled and assimilated by the world's origin, becoming part of the Monster World.

From then on, there would be no more God of War, nor the Lord of the Tidal Rebellion.

And the War God Seal that carried the path of his entire life would also merge into the Monster World.

Perhaps, like those Origin Creatures, he would be reshaped and reincarnated.

But by then, he would no longer be his former self.

The scarlet flowing light gently wrapped around his wavering divine soul. Powerful drowsiness and a sense of sinking continuously eroded his consciousness, pushing him toward the cycle of annihilation. Just as Hun Zhan was about to close his eyes and succumb.

Deep within the hazy crimson, four familiar silhouettes slowly emerged.

The four figures stood in four directions, the aura emanating from them ancient and vast, carrying the weight of countless years.

Hun Zhan's scattered, blurred gaze sharpened slightly as he looked at the four figures he had believed long dead. A trace of bitterness welled up from the depths of his broken divine soul. "You old bastards... If