Countless living beings cried and screamed, countless curses shrieked, countless "Great Daos" wailed in grief.
The blood and filth transformed from three Great Thousand Worlds and three Half-step Golden Immortals, along with the Great Dao Origin contained within much Dao-Lost Chaos, converged upon the trunk of the Human Dao Blood Tree through its roots in a mere instant.
Such immense power, such terrifying Dao practice, such multitudinous resentment from living beings—even the Human Dao Blood Tree, the unique Great Divine Ability of the Plunder Great Dao, a million miles tall and blanketing the void, seemed unable to bear it. Vein-like meridians bulged across its trunk, expanding and contracting, throbbing like a human heart, grotesque and sinister beyond measure.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump-thump-thump. The sound grew ever louder and more urgent, carrying a power that bewildered Primordial Spirits and plundered hearts.
Any cultivator without a Dao Fruit protecting them would be seized by the sound upon merely hearing it. Their Dharma Power and thoughts would pulse along with it, exceed their limits, and cause them to explode, their bodies merging into it.
As the sound reached its peak, those meridians flowing with power, Dao practice, wisdom, and resentment seemed ready to swell and burst. They thinned to a mere membrane, with wisps of sinister bloody mist seeping out and spreading, turning the void within tens of millions of miles hazy and dim, like a Hell of blood pools.
Demon Lord Kong Fang, seated cross-legged with her back against the Human Dao Blood Tree, slowly opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings.
This time, her eyes no longer held only naked plundering intent, cold and unchanging as the manifestation of the Great Dao. They carried faint nostalgia, melancholy, resolve, determination, and yearning. Her silver-gray hair drifted in the air, lending her an