The endless crimson tide went mad once more!
It transformed into a blood-red pillar that shot straight into the black coffin.
The scene at the end of Cheng Buzheng's vision returned once again to its original, soul-shaking spectacle.
If not for that vast, barren stretch of land...
No one would have imagined that a catastrophe had descended here not long ago.
At this sight.
Though Cheng Buzheng, hidden within a fold of the void, could not hear what the blood-red figure, the Purgatory Clan priests, and the divine envoys were saying—
He could see their exchange with perfect clarity.
Most importantly...
Cheng Buzheng happened to know a little lip-reading, a skill of sorts.
After reviewing and analyzing it.
Very quickly!
The information exchanged earlier between the blood-red figure and the priests and divine envoys was gradually deciphered, piece by piece.
Especially when he learned the origin of that blood-red figure...
Even Cheng Buzheng could not help drawing a sharp breath, his heart violently shaken!
"Progenitor?
Could this blood-red figure be the terrifying being that created the Purgatory Clan?"
Not only had Cheng Buzheng never heard of the Purgatory Clan's origins—even the ancient histories of the Cultivation World contained no relevant records.
The Purgatory Clan had emerged after the Ancient Era.
One day!
The Purgatory Clan had simply appeared, suddenly and without warning, before the eyes of the world.
This abruptly appearing race was extensively documented in ancient history. At the time, many powerful figures had sought to investigate the Purgatory Clan's origins...
Unfortunately, they had all come up empty-handed.
Not long afterward!
Under the immense pressure exerted by the powerhouses of the two races, the Purgatory Clan produced its first priest.
From that day onward, no Mortal Cultivator dared set foot in the Purgatory Clan's territory again.
And now, even