The Little Shadow Moon Rat pouted, its gaze sweeping back and forth across those ten names.
It blinked, mumbling softly...
"But I think they're the same person."
"It feels like the one covered by cloth up there is the same person too. How strange."
It tried hard to see the memorial tablet for Sikong Jing beneath the cloth, but with its current abilities, it naturally could not see through it.
"All right, it's time for us to return to the Ten Thousand Demon Hall. You should go take the bloodline assessment too."
The Shadow Moon Rat mother had not heard the Little Shadow Moon Rat clearly, nor would she have cared about the nonsense of a child that had yet to take human form. Carrying it in her arms, she turned to leave. But at that very moment... buzz!
Suddenly, waves of bloody light spread across the earth, seeming to envelop the entire base.
"What's going on?"
Countless people who had come to pay respects to the heroes stared wide-eyed as the bloody light flashed in wave after wave.
Before long, a massive ferocious beast's head appeared above the cemetery, as though it had dyed the entire Origin Spirit Seal Realm red.
At last, the ferocious beast's head turned into a blood bead and shot toward the tiny Shadow Moon Rat.
"Swallow the Ten Thousand Beasts Blood Bead, and let the beast blood boil..."
The blood bead's voice thundered vast and mighty beside the tiny Shadow Moon Rat's ear...
The Little Shadow Moon Rat's eyes turned faintly dazed. It seemed to recall something—an oddly familiar scene from long ago: a ramshackle thatched hut, and a veiled woman.
But the memory was exceedingly brief, as though it had remembered nothing at all. In the end, it swallowed the blood bead instinctively...