The Jiangbei Wasteland, the rainy season, the final night.
Near the devastated Flat City, a Blood Sacrifice Formation pulsed slowly like a breathing creature, patiently awaiting its master in the darkness.
Soon.
A man in a black cloak, crimson triangles spinning madly in his pupils, walked step by step into the center of the Blood Sacrifice Formation, surrounded by strange entities and wearing a crazed expression.
He placed the Mountain-Skeleton Embryo in his hand on the formation altar.
The formation was complete!
The next moment—
The entire Blood Sacrifice Formation suddenly lit up with an intensely crimson Golden Light Pillar that pierced the clouds, as though breaking through the darkness.
The Golden Light Pillar began to rotate.
The ghost materials, eerie stones, blood of Flat City's living inhabitants, and departed souls within the grand array rapidly disintegrated, turning into thick crimson streams that surged into the man standing on the altar.
A few breaths later.
Everything gradually settled.
The man on the altar was wreathed in dense crimson light radiating a terrifying aura. The crimson triangles in his eyes slowly stopped spinning as he felt the abundant power within him.
His eyes brimmed with fury over the news of Okra's death and excitement at breaking through to become a Wraith King. The two emotions intertwined, driving him into a frenzy.
He abruptly turned toward Nameless Mountain.
In a hoarse voice, he said,
"Avenge Okra and reclaim the Godslaying Spear!"
"Our King!!"
Millennium and Qianqiu, who stood guard outside the formation, dropped to one knee to celebrate their King's ascension.
Nameless Mountain.
Within the mountain canyon at the northernmost edge of the Jiangbei Wasteland, a place that ordinarily saw almost no visitors.
Chen Fan stood on the city wall, silently surveying each building in the camp. He had personally designed and