That day.
The western market of Torch Dragon Residence.
The Fortune-Gathering Restaurant.
A pale, middle-aged man with a pencil mustache was drinking with a young man.
"I rarely come out. Ever since I saw through Creation and Annihilation, watching the whole of Ninefold Nether inch toward destruction has been excruciating," the Middle-Aged Man said.
The young man seemed preoccupied. He said nothing and merely lowered his head to drink.
"Xu Chengan worships power above all else. You showed him the Time Crown, and he saw it with his own eyes. He may already be tempted," the Middle-Aged Man said.
The young man still said nothing.
"Hey, he summoned me. I'll help him deal with you. Aren't you afraid?" the Middle-Aged Man asked again.
The young man seemed to have worked something out. He said quietly:
"There shouldn't be a problem now..."
The middle-aged man's interest was piqued. "This is a Parallel World. Apart from Ming He, it has everything. You think it can work?"
"I can only try," the young man finally said.
"Even if you become the First Blood Saint, it won't mean much." The Middle-Aged Man raised his cup and took a fierce swig.
"Why do you say that?" Xu Yuan asked.
"Your history has been lost... I read the official history of the Three Realms back then. In that age, no one could pass the Second Ritual of the Dark Crown. Without the power of the Second Crown, they couldn't stand against the Immortal Species. That's why the Three Realms were swallowed. And now they're almost finished for good." The Middle-Aged Man slapped the table and shouted:
"Bring more wine!"
A waiter hurried over with another full bottle.
The Middle-Aged Man dispensed with the cup, pulled out the stopper, and gulped down the wine.
"The Second Ritual