The red rain gradually stopped. High in the sky, what seemed to be a transparent mirror separated the shadows from the earth. The red rain fell onto its surface and vanished eerily.
As the red rain stopped, the screams faded, replaced by sobbing that rose and fell all around like a funeral dirge.
There was no telling how many people had died in that red rain.
"It has always been about choices."
The King of the Underworld's words startled Xu Ye.
"What?"
The King of the Underworld coughed twice.
"One of Chen Dukang's doppelgangers once infiltrated a race called the Minotaurs in the No-Man's Zone. There, he discovered many ruins from earlier human eras."
"For Blasphemers, it has always been about choices. From the moment you become a Blasphemer, you face countless choices. This is the Heavenly Dao's means of counterbalancing the deities, so after Sequence 7, every choice determines the path a Blasphemer takes."
"This sequence is controlled by the Blasphemers themselves. Different choices made by different Blasphemers produce different changes in their sequence talents."
"Every Blasphemer must go through this process. But some say that because no Blasphemer has ever chosen the most correct path, none has ever reached Sequence 1."
"Chen Dukang said that Blasphemers are unfettered, that they forge ahead bravely and never fear hardship."
"Of course, I can't force you."
"Cough, cough..."
As she spoke, the King of the Underworld began coughing violently. Her breathing grew increasingly uneven, and her body curled up like a shrimp. A moment later, she raised her mask, revealing delicate, fair skin and a small, slightly pale mouth, then spat out a mouthful of blood.
"King of the Underworld, what's wrong?" Xu Ye reached out to support her.
She waved him off. "It's nothing. An old injury. I dealt with