The slogan looked very official, but the eyes of the Devil Race filling every mountaintop burned with fervor. Across the mountains and plains, their gazes were fixed firmly on the Green Lotus the girl held high.
As though the girl were holding the urn containing the ashes of their own fathers, lost to them for years, every member of the Devil Race held their breath and watched intently as she walked, step by step, toward the stone gate inscribed with Immortal Script.
Once the girl carried the Green Lotus through the stone gate inscribed with Immortal Script, cheers rose one after another, roaring like mountains and surging seas.
Leng Qingsong paid no attention to those fervent cheers from within the Green Lotus. Instead, his gaze fell on an enormous statue in the distance.
It had a compassionate female face, but an enormous, crimson serpent's body.
The statue was immense, its winding body stretching several thousand meters.
It was lifelike, as though it would come alive the very next moment.
But its eye sockets were hollow. Whether deliberately or intentionally, its two eyeballs were missing, leaving nothing but empty hollows.
Carefully holding the Green Lotus high, the girl walked up to the enormous statue.
Before the statue lay an enormous Blood Pool. Bloody bubbles churned within it, like scalding crimson lava.
The girl gently lowered the Green Lotus she had been holding aloft into the Blood Pool.
Leng Qingsong thought nothing of it. This Green Lotus had been forged from the Law of the Dao-less and was impervious to all arts. A mere Blood Pool was hardly something to fear.
Yet when the Green Lotus was placed in the Blood Pool, Leng Qingsong suddenly felt countless tangled fragments of memory surface in his mind.
The Green Lotus drifted toward the very