The Primordial Sacrificial Altar.
Qi Sheng withdrew his perceptive gaze from the Lord of Rot.
He had witnessed the Lord of Rot's successive breakthroughs in full, reading the many secrets of the Dark Tide unlocked along the way.
Every fallen Dark Tide Demon God carried secrets.
As for the Lord of Rot's increase in strength, he paid it little mind.
The one he truly remained wary of was always the Lord of the Dark Tide, hidden behind the scenes and never once appearing.
Only that opponent stood on the same tier as him, capable of reshaping the future.
The other figures within the Dark Tide system were merely supporting players in this ultimate contest.
Even someone as powerful as the Lord of Rot remained separated from the Lord of the Dark Tide by a gulf that was difficult to cross.
Despite successively absorbing the lingering wills of ancient Demon Gods and rapidly strengthening the foundation of the Great Dao, the Lord of Rot was still far from touching that threshold.
Or rather, the two were never on the same plane to begin with.
Yet undeniably, the Lord of Rot's rise would pose a tremendous challenge to the Player Faction in the future, while also providing a rare stepping stone for their trials.
At present, the vast majority of players in the faction regarded the Lord of Rot as a target to challenge, including the newly recruited players from Against the Tide.
The drive born of that goal was the finest whetstone of all.
Qi Sheng turned his gaze toward the sky above the Pale Continent, where the Great Evil Moon radiated dazzling, blood-red light.
As the Lord of Rot's strength soared, so did the Lord of Rot's control over the Great Evil Moon, allowing the Dark Tide Legion in the