Today, no beautiful creatures were reduced to blood offerings in the crystal palace.
Jia Shou sat upon the crystal throne, holding a crystal goblet in which his blood had already congealed. He was still inside the magnificent palace, yet he seemed to have entered another world—a world whose skies were filled with black thunderbolts.
He still remembered how insignificant he had been amid that upheaval of heaven and earth, back when he was an immortal serving under Fang Cang.
After that divine punishment, the world had plunged into an endless night. Only when light occasionally flashed across the sky could the mortal realm briefly see again.
From that day onward, his sovereign, Fang Cang, had left the world for a firmament forever beyond his reach.
He could only follow Fang Cang's presence, traveling from one end of the world to the other.
In that era, what was truly dark was not the world.
Clatter!
Inside the crystal palace, Jia Shou did not realize that the crystal goblet had fallen from his hand.
He trembled, dimly seeing a pack of terrifying monsters amid the lightning flashing through the thunderous sky, gnawing on a corpse that had fallen from the firmament. As those monsters feasted upon the corpse, their flesh writhed, sprouting lump after lump of tumorous growths, transforming them from beautiful creatures into horrifying demons!
"Imperial Lord?"
A voice called out in the crystal palace, restoring Jia Shou to his senses, yet he still could not stop the terror shaking his soul and flesh.
In the vision he saw, the head of the corpse being devoured turned toward him and revealed a hideous grin.
It was...
Fang Cang!
Jia Shou abruptly jolted awake, his face pale and his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
Thankfully, when he opened his eyes,