Parallelism World.
Great Desert.
The desert stretched without end, with only one person in it.
Xu Chengan knelt on the ground, his hands smeared with blood, chanting indistinct words until his voice went hoarse.
His voice drifted back and forth through the darkness.
And yet—
The Void gave no answer.
No strange phenomenon appeared.
There was no one else in the entire world.
Yes, he had just used the Netherworld Passage Art to visit many places.
Not a single living thing.
So this was an abandoned world?
What kind of power could do that?
Xu Chengan gradually understood.
"He... controlled my 'Shrine of Descendant-Worshipped Household Gods,' so he's my descendant."
"And..."
"He must have the support of other Old Gods. That's the only way he could have done all this."
"Damn it!"
"Which child was it? Why don't I remember him?"
Xu Chengan rambled on. A trace of despair crossed his face, only to be swallowed by hysterical madness.
"No... There must be some way for me to leave this place..."
He muttered to himself.
But he had tried everything, and nothing worked.
What could he do?
Xu Chengan knelt on the desert made of Corpse Ghost remains and thought in silence for a long time.
There was no other way.
Only...
He raised his hand and bit into it without hesitation.
Then another bite.
Though his face twisted with unrelenting pain, he did not stop until his mouth was full of blood.
As he ate himself, he muttered something through his mouthfuls.
Gradually,
crimson light surged up from underground and crawled over him once more.
"Hahaha! I knew it... This ritual of mine is a true-disciple ritual. As long as I do it right, it'll definitely..."
"Work!"
His mouth full of Flesh, Xu Chengan threw back his head and