The torrential rain of blood continued. Heaven and earth wept blood, and the myriad Daos grieved as one. Crimson light burst from the void, as though mourning the Dao Provers who had fallen into eternal oblivion.
The spectacle made the Great Dao Lineages and mighty cultivators throughout the universe tremble. Heavenly weeping on such a scale meant that far more than one or two Extreme Dao Supremes had fallen on that battlefield. All eternity grieved together; even the God War had never produced such a sight.
Unfortunately, this was not something ordinary cultivators could take part in. Amid the downpour of blood, a Great Accomplished Tyrant Body in the prime of his vitality charged out of his ancestral star, hoping to investigate the battlefield. But before he could approach, more than sixty pairs of indifferent eyes fixed on him. Instantly, he felt all the purple blood in his body turn cold and had no choice but to leave.
The watching cultivators understood at once: without reaching that supreme realm, they were not even qualified to participate in an event of this magnitude.
Even that Great Accomplished Tyrant Body, brimming with vitality, could only make out more than sixty hazy figures standing before an ancient gateway in the bloody rain.
"Whew!"
Before the chaos-colored gate, the Golden Ancient Emperor let out a long breath. He had completely refined his spoils-the fleshly body of a Supreme from the Strange World-into himself. Golden Dao Blood seethed, and all the vitality he had consumed through ultimate sublimation had been replenished.
He surveyed his surroundings. The other Supremes from the forbidden zones were also doing everything possible to improve their condition. They refined all manner of treasures and rarities seldom seen throughout the ages into their bodies, making their final preparations for the battle about