In the ice cellar, Zhang Xuanchu contemplated in silence.
"Have you thought it through, Senior Brother?" A cold, sinister voice came from the ice coffin. "Next, we poison the reinforcements from the various nations."
"..."
Poison the reinforcements from the Three Continents, blood-sacrifice them to the underground Demon God, and complete the establishment of Southern Continent.
Without this step, there would be no Nanyanfu Continent forty thousand years later.
"You cultivated demonic arts anew just to survive here?"
The ice coffin fell silent once more.
He had survived forty thousand years ago because he wanted to contend for an opportunity.
And Zhang Xuanchu also had a chance to contend for this opportunity.
Therefore, before he knew whether Zhang Xuanchu had noticed anything, he had no intention of taking the initiative to expose it.
"You did it for the 'Patriarchs' opportunity,' didn't you? You believe we can change history here?"
"When we return to the past, we become history. Perhaps all of this is fate? Senior Brother, if you are willing to help me—no, if you let me help you. Second Patriarch... Fifth Patriarch would do as well. So long as you leave a place for me, I will certainly help you become the first of Red Abyss."
The Huntian Civilization had only just been destroyed, while Southern Continent's new civilization had yet to begin.
If they passed down the immortal path here, would they become the future ancestors of Southern Continent's immortal path?
They even cultivated the Crimson Abyss Dao Art. They could simply establish a Red Abyss Sect and become the ancestors of Red Abyss.
After all, rumors had long circulated among the Red Abyss lineages: the First Patriarch, Second Patriarch, and the other True Immortals had not attained the Dao in a single lifetime, but through the accumulation