Hundreds of years later, a deep voice echoed through the starry sky above the Primordial Land.
"Witch!"
That vast and mysterious sound, as if cutting through time and space from the unopened chaos of creation, finally passed into the ears of all beings in the Primordial Land like the sound of thunder.
With two Demon Saints in tow, walking upon the Primordial Land, Li Qingming laughed lightly when he heard this sound, muttering to himself: "It's started!"
"Witch!"
As the voice gradually rose in pitch, the Primordial Land itself seemed to be immersed in this world of thunderous sound. Everything seemed to become different from before.
"Swish!"
Suddenly, countless crimson blood formations seemed to appear out of nowhere above the Primordial Land. Each huge blood formation was tens of feet tall, and the surging blood qi caused the space to almost shatter.
"My lord, what is this?"
One of the Demon Saints following Li Qingming, uncertainly gazed at the blood formations before him.