Persistence?

Deep in the Starry Sky, Evil Horn Ancestral Land.

A dense blood-colored mist filled the void. Flesh Altars of all sizes had been crowded to the edge of the blood fog, bobbing up and down.

At the center stood a magnificent altar far larger than an ordinary planet, looming in the void like a Flesh Celestial Body.

Three gigantic horns formed a three-legged stance, rooted atop the altar and flickering with eerie bloody light.

Over a thousand Ninth Order elders of the Evil Horned Tribe stood around it, their eyes filled with tension and excitement as they stared fixedly at the Flesh Celestial Body.

A Seventh-Order Altar had not appeared in the ancestral land for a very long time!

"Seventh Order" might not seem impressive, and to them it was even beneath notice, but this was an Astral Rift opened with a designated destination—a power only gods could set foot in.

Every altar required vast sacrifices before the Flesh God Master could be invited to open a rift.

And for this Seventh-Order Altar, not only had enormous reserves of flesh been consumed to sacrifice to the Divine Lord, but the ancestral land's last three Clan Artifacts had also been used in its construction!

As the person personally appointed by the ancestor to take charge, Xie Chen stood before the crowd. His gaze swept across the horn Clan Artifacts atop the altar, and his expression suddenly darkened as he turned to glare at Xie Sen beside him.

"Useless trash. If not for Lord Youming's favor, losing a Clan Artifact in the Returning Ruins Sea alone would have made you deserve death ten thousand times over!"

Xie Sen shuddered from head to toe, his face full of unease as he hurriedly spoke.

"Elder, your lesson is right. This lowly one's life is