The valley.
The sun passed its zenith and began its descent.
Cliffs towered on both sides, so high they seemed to block out the sun like dark clouds. The ground was littered with jagged bones, and it was as dark as midnight—you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
An altar in the very center glowed with a bloody light. Beside it, candles flickered with a netherworldly glow. In the pitch-black surroundings, wisps of sinister energy seeped from the altar, spreading a thin, dusty mist filled with indistinct shadows.
'It should be soon.'
Before the altar, Nangong Li sat cross-legged, the corners of his black robe fluttering in the wind. With his eyes closed in meditation, he stood guard in a clearing not far away.
An Array of bloodlines was drawn on the ground, extending all the way to the altar.
It connected him to the Beast God.
Time flew by.
Three days had now passed since the Beast God devoured Meng Tianxuan…
