The sky was an endless black. The only visible red was in the clouds stained with the blood of living beings.
That was Demon Venerable Zu Yuan's greatest pleasure: using blood to dye the clouds red.
Despair was the main theme of the apocalypse, and death was its daily routine.
In the apocalypse, even clinging to a miserable existence in that world was a luxury for living beings!
Those were all things Chen Changsheng had truly experienced before his rebirth, and they were what had become his obsession.
But the inverted world before him brought Zu Yuan's mind to a complete standstill.
In his previous life, he had never seen any upside-down world, right up until his death.
Now the sky looked as though someone had simply torn it open, revealing its original appearance.
And the inverted world overhead was so familiar to Zu Yuan.
Its mountains and rivers lay spread before his eyes. Naturally, Zu Yuan recognized it: that was the Cultivation World.
Although the Cultivation World was extraordinarily vast, Chen Changsheng had long since crossed its countless mountains and rivers while fleeing in his previous life.
Was it because he was in the Demon Realm in this life, or had this been how the Cultivation World looked from the Demon Realm during the apocalypse?
Just as Zu Yuan wrestled with these questions, a familiar oppressive presence descended.
Zu Yuan's heart jolted. Before he had time to think, he rose without betraying anything, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "May you be well, Father!"
Demonic Qi bearing that oppressive presence slowly coalesced into a figure behind Zu Yuan. At some point, Demon Venerable Chongming had appeared at his back.
Demon Venerable Chongming gazed indifferently at this son of his in name, an indescribable strangeness in his eyes.
The one standing