Fireflies flitted about, carrying starlight as they danced in the night sky, displaying their brilliance.
The night breeze wafted gently, causing the array of bells on the Ten Thousand Demon Altar to chime.
The round moon hung high, its cold moonlight traversing the Ninth Heaven to illuminate the vast altar.
The vast altar was intricate in design. It was surrounded by densely packed sacrificial offerings of Dragon-transformed Demon Cultivators. Only a blank space remained in the center, while the rest of the ground was covered in fresh blood.
The faint smell of blood caused many Demon Saints to narrow their eyes almost imperceptibly.
In the central void stood the figure of an elder—none other than the Golden Roc Grand Saint.
"Heavenly River, I never imagined we, who were as close as brothers, would have to battle for the sake of our respective disciples," the Golden Roc Grand Saint said, his voice heavy.
"I hope you can forgive me in the hereafter.
