Inside Murong Mansion.
Murong Huai was meditating, trying to condense a Space-Time Soul Core, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't gain any insight.
Suddenly, Murong Huai felt a deep unease. Unable to focus on his meditation, he rose and stepped into the courtyard. Looking up, he saw that a blood moon had appeared in the sky at some point. The stars around it had nearly vanished, and against the night, it looked terrifying and sinister.
"What is this...?"
Just then, Murong Zhige suddenly appeared in the courtyard. Seeing him, Murong Huai asked:
"Great-grandfather, what's happening? I have a bad feeling that something is about to happen!"
Murong Zhige, his face grave, looked up at the blood moon and said in a low voice:
"I once read a line in an ancient book: 'When the blood moon hangs in the sky, killing intent rises; the stars hide and souls perish, and the gods descend!'"
"The gods are descending!" Murong Huai's heart jolted at the words.
"Could it be...?"
The only deity who had a chance to descend upon Douluo Continent in recent years was the Asura God!
But hadn't the ritual array already been interrupted? Wait—the Asura Magic Sword had disappeared at the end!!
"Huai'er, what's wrong?"
"Great-grandfather, I'm not sure. I need to go investigate. If I haven't returned within half a day, take everyone in the family to the Worship Hall."
Seeing Murong Huai wear such a grave expression for the first time, Murong Zhige could guess what was going on. His face changed at once.
"Huai'er, could it be...?"
Murong Huai nodded heavily. "I'm not certain, but it's highly likely."
"Better to believe it and be wrong than to dismiss it and regret it. Huai'er, I'll go with you!"
Murong Zhige knew all too well