"The influence of the Master of Black Blood cannot be lifted simply by becoming an 'Ascender.'"
Zhong Shenxiu sighed.
The influence of a deity was far from simple.
Tears of blood flowed from his eyes as he continued to gaze at the bell tower steeped in the Sea of Blood not far away.
It was clear that this was the site where the Master of Black Blood and his archenemy Sisui had begun to clash.
"I've played the role of bait quite well, at this point I should get out of here..."
Zhong Shenxiu wanted to flee, but the genesis ground had been locked down by the repercussions of these two beings' combat, leaving no escape.
"This is the tragedy of pawns."
He silently complained, then suddenly noticed that a part of the Sea of Blood, as if it had been erased by an eraser, had vanished without a trace.
Countless secret historical fragments were extracted from the void, converging into a hymn of life, a river of civilization.
