In the world's imagination, Zangtian's Devil Palace was either magnificent and extravagant, its enormous halls filled with pools of wine and forests of meat, countless demonic servants bustling through them; or it blazed with blood-red light, surrounded by thousands upon thousands of powerful warriors, spears like forests and blades and axes like mountains inside and out, banners blotting out the sky.
Yet Zangtian's actual residence was simplicity taken to the extreme.
It was empty, without decorations or even everyday utensils. Aside from a few ever-burning lamps and several Divine Weapons Zangtian commonly used, the hall, a thousand zhang across, contained nothing. All was cold and still.
Zangtian's towering divine body sat in the center of the hall. His eyes were closed, his entire body as motionless as a rock.
Yet threads of fresh blood seeped from the surface of his body, ultimately gathering into a cloud of blood mist beneath him.
Countless heads and Fierce Beasts formed from grievance baleful intent could be seen devouring Zangtian's blood. As they gnawed at his flesh, they also unleashed hideous, terrifying roars at him.
This was the sight that greeted Li Tan when he entered the hall.
His thick brows involuntarily knitted tight.
They all accepted blood sacrifices, but Zangtian handled them differently from the other two.
Li Tan and Ziyu did everything they could to annihilate those Wraiths, reducing the pressure they bore as much as possible.
Zangtian, however, believed those Wraiths were sins he ought to bear.
Apart from deliberately restraining them while traveling or fighting, Zangtian let them do as they pleased, allowing them to run rampant and gnaw at his flesh.
Fortunately, Zangtian possessed the powerful Blood of Eternal Ages. No amount of gnawing could exhaust his blood and vitality, so although Li Tan could not quite stand the