Ya Wuyuan howled himself hoarse. Wearing a satisfied, fulfilled smile, he screamed in a voice light and joyful with utter liberation. His shrieks were like the howls of vicious ghosts from the abyss, changing everyone's expression and leaving them unable to describe what they felt.
Marquis Ning's family was no good, but Ya Wuyuan was simply too vicious, too terrifying.
He had been willing to stake his own life just to drag Marquis Ning's entire line down to hell with him, and Ya Wuyuan had succeeded. The moment he declared himself an apostle of the Miro Divine Cult, the fate of Marquis Ning's line was sealed. Followers of the Miro Divine Cult were punished by the extermination of nine generations of kin, with even the neighboring households implicated. This cruel law of collective punishment was openly inscribed in the Blood Qin Empire's criminal code.
The Miro Divine Cult was a sect that gave everyone across the Eastern Continent a headache.
At the end of the southwestern plateau of the Eastern Continent lay the Eastern Subcontinent, a landmass perhaps less than one-tenth the size of the Eastern Continent. Separated by an abyssal chasm stretching more than a hundred thousand li, nearly a thousand li across at its widest point, the Eastern Subcontinent faced the Eastern Continent from afar.
On the Eastern Continent, the Blood Qin Empire stood supreme, while the hundreds of small states and tribes around it all acknowledged the Blood Qin Empire as their suzerain. The Eastern Subcontinent, however, was a chaotic mix of a hundred races, with no unified regime. The Miro Divine Cult was the spiritual leader of the entire Eastern Subcontinent, and the gods it worshipped controlled the faith of all its people.
It was a rich, wondrous continent—and also one brimming with ambition and arrogant