Your Lifespan Has Run Out

The Underworld.

It was the place the Hundred Slaughter Star Lord least wanted to mention. Beneath the light and shadow of the Heavenly Rampart Immortal Domain lay a boundless sea of blood. Even beyond the Blood Moon, one could still feel the despair of the Underworld's inhabitants within it.

"Star Lord..." The Fire Immortal walked up beside the Ancestor Blade with a new idea. "Now is the perfect time for us to profit while the two sides fight. Whether it's Li Dalong or Min Tiange, if we kill them, we can claim the credit before the High Immortals. With more Retainers, we can advance further."

"..."

The Ancestor Blade continued forward in silence. The four slayer generals of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning were plainly dissatisfied. Even as immortals, they still had to seize every advantage by any means necessary. Immortals were born immortal, possessing what mortals called Void Refinement from the moment of their birth and wielding the rules of the world. Yet advancement still took them time.

Over long years, they transformed through the faith and flesh of living beings. Once they broke through, even if they fell into slumber, enough energy upon waking would restore them to the peak of their former strength.

Even they fought tooth and nail for Retainers. Those stronger than them were called "High Immortals" by the immortals beneath them. This pyramid of ranks was deeply entrenched, and every immortal wanted to climb higher.

Immortals ruled immortals, then ruled the world.

Yet there were still things they feared. The Ancestor Blade feared them too. He led the Fire Immortal onward and said in a low voice, "The last time I fell into slumber, it was in the Underworld."

"What?!!"

The Fire Immortal stared in shock. The Ancestor Blade was among the most diligent