Chapter 592

A drop of blood hung above the Immortal Tomb, crystal-clear yet seemingly containing the mysteries of the entire universe. It slowly rotated, refracting countless rays of light and shadows, as though reflecting endless scenes from the past, present, and future. Every ray was an independent fragment: the barbaric wilderness of ancient times, the Middle Ancient Immortal Dao Flourishing Age, the Modern Era's War-Torn Chaos, and the unknown fog of the future. The sight dazzled the eyes and stirred the soul.

It was like a world unto itself. Within it, battle cries shook the heavens, while the sounds of clashing weapons and charging warhorses rang without end, as if thousands upon thousands of troops were fighting within. Looking closely, every figure engaged in battle possessed overwhelmingly powerful auras, each one an unimaginable supreme expert. There were angels with wings on their backs, demons with horns upon their heads, immortal generals riding divine dragons, and witch gods wielding bone staffs. Every collision between them erupted with world-destroying power, violently shaking that tiny world as though it could collapse at any moment.

Around the Immortal Tomb, countless cultivators stared unblinkingly at that drop of blood—or, more precisely, at the man behind it. Their breathing became hurried, their eyes filled with reverence, curiosity, and shock. They were terrified of missing even the slightest detail.

The man's figure remained hazy, as if shrouded in thick mist. His features could not be seen clearly, but his upright form stood proudly between heaven and earth, carrying an innate air of one who ruled over all beneath the heavens. An ancient Great Cauldron hung above his head, its surface engraved with images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, vegetation, and trees, radiating a vast and ancient aura. Strands of Origin Qi descended from the cauldron, faintly resonating