Magic Vine Minor Realm, night.
A river of blood flows in the sky, twinkling with the moon and stars, undulating, enduring the baptism of wind, frost, rain, and snow, as a part of nature.
Over the years, the countless beings of the Magic Vine Minor Realm have adapted to the river of blood in the sky, no longer constantly uneasy.
Many Slave Clan battles, riots, production, reproduction, occur on the land as always, like the countless years before, the only difference being the absence of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, life became much easier for the Ten Thousand Clans.
Cultivators no longer need to use their own Essence Blood and Life Energy to refine treasures, Qi Practitioners can easily live past a hundred years, Foundation-building cultivators can easily live past two hundred years, Golden Pill Monks no longer age decrepitly, Essence Blood both dried up…
All was so wonderful.
Until today, the river of blood in the sky began to show signs of resurrection.
Thump!