Blood Red

Long ago, there were people who stood upon the earth with their heads held high. They never bowed to anyone because of their indomitable spirit. They were capable of controlling wind and lightning, and conquering dragons and serpents. They seemed strong enough to split the earth and shatter the stars with their fists. They traveled throughout the land and called themselves Magi. Eventually, one of them would become a Supreme Magus! These men are the ancestors of human beings. Their blood is what we all share today.

Qing Long is the former strongest man in the world. He traveled through space and time and was reborn as Ji Hao in the Fire Crow Clan of the Southern Wasteland. It’s a complicated world. Forces from both inside and outside of the clan want this young and talented boy to die. Under great pressure, Ji Hao makes a deal with a mysterious man, who resides in his spiritual space, never showing his real face. He gains two drops of blood from a dragon and phoenix. Afterwards, Ji Hao becomes increasingly more powerful.

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The Magus Era

Fan Hai straightforwardly told Ji Hao that Yu Dynasty made a show of their force because they wanted to sit down and have a talk with human leaders. 


They were strong. Back then when they invaded Pan Gu world, their ancestors only had one old version city of great calamity. In both terms of size and lethality, that old city of great calamity was far weaker than the twelve new ones. 


Back then, that old version city of great calamity nearly destroyed the human civilization, which was still at the stage of tribal culture. In the past countless centuries, the human civilization had indeed been developing thrivingly, but in the meantime, Yu Dynasty had improved even more largely. 


They traded the resources they plundered from Pan Gu world for countless good things, including these twelve cities of great calamity. These twelve tremendous metal pieces were their strongest weapons by now. They got them from Pan Yu world thirty years ago by emptying their pockets. 


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