Demon Capital, the ruins of the Green District uprising.
A thread of blood, almost finer than a strand of hair, kept wriggling deeper underground. It was a trace of blood essence left behind by the Blood Corpse God.
The Blood Corpse God's consciousness was attached to this thread of blood as well. All the arrogance and swagger he had possessed when he first came into being were now gone.
With his formidable origins, he had looked down on every creature beneath the Sages in the Eternal True World. He had been certain that no being in the entire Eternal True World could hurt him except a Sage—not even the Human Emperor or Monster Emperor, two of the Three Sages of the Mortal Realm. He had even believed he could retreat unscathed if he faced a Sage.
And so, in his towering arrogance, he had chosen as his first target the seat of the one hailed as The Invincible of this age: the Demon Capital, the most brilliant jewel of the Eternal True World, a legendary city that had survived several great calamities without damage.
He had thought that if he could wreak havoc in the Demon Capital and then leave unscathed, the entire Eternal True World would know the name of the Blood Corpse God.
Reality, however, had been cruel. Forget meeting that Demon Race Great Sage—even a random demon who appeared in the Demon Capital had turned out to be his natural nemesis, casually neutralizing his abilities and nearly finishing him off there for good.
Had he not possessed so many means of preserving his life, he might truly have met his downfall in that unexpected place. At the thought, the Blood Corpse God roared within his consciousness.
*Just you wait! I will return! And when I do, I