On this day, at the heart of the Immortal Ruins Ancient Continent, the Vermilion Bird Sacred Son stood atop the boundless void, clad in a crimson robe.
Across the four seas and eight wildernesses stood supreme Demon Race prodigies: the Youxuan Imperial Scion, the Kunpeng Imperial Son, the True Dragon Son, and many more.
After waiting for a long while, the gathered prodigies all turned their eyes toward a point at the end of the heavens.
There, six figures strolled through the firmament, arriving at the battlefield beneath the central sky.
These six were Chen Nianzhi's eldest son Chen Xianzhu, his eldest daughter-in-law Susu, his three great disciples Lin Xuan, Tian Hengzi, and Zhang Tingyi, as well as the peerless genius Lord Sorrow-Seal.
"Only six came?"
The instant he saw the six, the Youxuan Imperial Scion's gaze furrowed slightly.
He carefully examined them, then spoke with a trace of coldness. "I heard that more than a hundred people from the Self-Sacrifice Dao entered this tribulation."
"Yet only six have come for today's appointed battle. Could it be that the rest are cowards?"
At these words, the immortals' eyes flickered slightly, as though realization had dawned upon them.
Several imperial scions of the Human Race nodded, faintly relieved. One of them said, "Sending six to fight and draw away the Demon Race's main force while the others scatter to enter the tribulation does seem like a good plan."
"In my view, I fear it will be of little use."
Minghuang Imperial Son, an unparalleled Human Race prodigy, shook his head and said, "The Demon Race came precisely to prevent them from passing their tribulation. They would not have failed to consider this."
At that moment, the Vermilion Bird Sacred Son finally spoke.
He looked coldly at the six, endless chill filling