Upon the altar.
Huo Qubing stood in the center, his expression solemn.
Distant, mournful cries of "Return, O souls—" echoed through countless times and countless spaces.
Whoosh—
The wind rose.
A blood-red wind swept across the altar.
Within it surged an utterly sinister rain of blood, while black eyes, enormous pallid heads, icy severed fingers, horrifying feet... and other bizarre things emerged.
The Old Daoist watched these bizarre things with a grave expression.
Even as a supreme Dao Ancestor, he could not explain where these bizarre things came from.
But here and now.
Any Heavenly Venerable in his place would have been unable to withstand their eerie aura and would have been corrupted, perhaps even driven mad.
Bringing beings who had long since fallen back to life.
This in itself defied the rules of the Endless Void.
But he did not particularly care.
Who was he?
A supreme Dao Ancestor standing at the very pinnacle of the Endless Void.
"Return, O souls—!"
Huo Qubing's voice grew ever more thunderous.
He stood straight as a spear, his black hair flying and his eyes razor-sharp, utterly ignoring the bizarre things around him.
To him, the eerie aura that could drive Heavenly Venerables mad was no more than a breeze brushing his face.
Rumble—!
Above the heavens.
The blood-red wind and rain gathered, and a blood-red eye of unimaginable size appeared, gazing down at the Champion Marquis with cold indifference.
Terrifying blood vessels filled that blood-red eye, along with an incredibly eerie aura.
It was ten, a hundred times stronger than the eerie aura of the bizarre things around him!
The Champion Marquis raised his head, fixing his sharp eyes upon that blood-red eye.
His face remained expressionless, his gaze countless times sharper than the spear in his hand.
It seemed that at