Looking at the demonic dragon, Hong Batian's expression was somewhat surprised.
An eerie spirit—this was something with an enormous history behind it.
Legend had it that, long ages ago, a star from beyond the heavens had directly broken through the defensive blockade of the cosmos and entered the Star River Cosmos.
That extraterrestrial star had smashed through several massive galaxy clusters before finally coming to rest at the very center of the Star River Cosmos.
Countless mighty cultivators had rushed over to investigate. At first, no one discovered anything unusual. But after studying it for over a thousand years, people from countless factions split the great star into several pieces, each taking one home to slowly research the mysteries within.
Anything capable of breaking through the cosmic blockade and entering the cosmos was certainly no simple thing.
Yet several thousand years later, disaster erupted. The great star carried an eerie aura—an incomparably strange aura. The factions that had brought back its fragments had long since been tainted by the eerie corruption.
The living beings among them turned into monsters that knew only Bloodthirst. They recognized neither kin nor friend, had lost all their memories, and held only one thought in their minds: kill—kill every living being in the cosmos.
They could imitate the appearance and aura of any race or living being within the cosmos.
Once they devoured a living being, they could even obtain that being's memories.
Beneath the undercurrents, those living beings tainted by the eerie corruption infected creatures across the cosmos at an unimaginable speed.
By the time it was discovered, it was already too late. Nearly thirty percent of all living beings in the cosmos had become eerie creatures.
In the end, a great war erupted. This war between the eerie creatures and the living beings