The stele depicted the Nine Nether Mastiff and the origins of the Blood Pool.
The Nine Nether Mastiff had bull horns atop its head and carried a dense aura of the end. An eye opened between its brows, nurturing world-destroying power. On the stele, the Nine Nether Mastiff pierced the World Walls of one universe after another with its horns, burying them. Beam after beam of world-ending light shot from its brow, piercing the myriad Daos of the universes and shattering their core origins, whether hidden or manifest, bringing the universes to collapse.
The nine dragon-headed tails behind it were all different. Some were wreathed in deathly darkness, some breathed netherworld frost, some flowed with filthy, demonic blood, and some held the Yellow Springs of the Cycle of Life and Death within...
This Nine Nether Mastiff was definitely not the one among the Ten Fiends of the Immortal Ancient era, but a far more ancient Nine Nether Mastiff.
Aman was drawn to the mural on the stele. In the end, his gaze settled on the dragon head flowing with a blood-red torrent.
This dragon head on the stele was extraordinarily lifelike, forming a stark contrast with the other, dim dragon heads.
The blood dragon head in the stone carving flickered with an eerie bloody light, answering the Blood Pool not far away.
Yet the Blood Pool resonated with the chaos blood seed inside Aman, clearly sharing the same source.
On a deeper level, the chaos blood seed also held a faint reverence for the blood-red dragon head on the stele, like a descendant facing its own ancestor, its own creator god.
Was the Blood Spirit Clan created by a Nine Nether Mastiff from an ancient epoch? The thought flashed through Aman's mind.
A blood-red Dark Sea descended, brimming with killing