Deep within the Great Void Starry Sky.
A calamitous disaster descended upon the world, and the progeny of the Magic Clan appeared in nearly every celestial domain. These emotionless, bloodthirsty aberrations instinctively saw all normal beings as mortal enemies, engaging in relentless battles to the death, regardless of whether their opponents were cultivators or defenseless mortals.
Plundering, slaughter, and destruction were their most stubborn obsessions. Ever since they were deliberately and massively produced by the powerful beings of the Magic Clan, they had been completely bound by these obsessions, becoming the most loyal and reliable killing legions, or in other words, cannon fodder.
On a vast expanse of Floating Lands spanning tens of thousands of miles, a horrific massacre had just ended. Groups of demon progeny, shrouded in thick black robes, could be seen everywhere. Under the command of their superiors, they used demonic flames to incinerate countless corpses into nothingness.
The corpses were in a state of extreme misery, with twisted expressions of agony and bodies shriveled like kindling, having been drained of their blood essence by some vicious secret method, affecting men, women, the elderly, and children alike.
High above, a massive hexagonal tower floated silently, its pale tower body consisting of seven levels, seemingly forged from the bones of numerous giant beasts. The tower was shrouded in a thick and pure blood light, with countless twisted and ferocious shadows flickering in and out of view.
The space inside the tower was considerable, equivalent to a city spanning hundreds of miles. Inside, a blood-colored mist swirled, and the demonic aura was chilling. Numerous demon progeny lay in wait, ready to strike upon receiving orders from their superiors.
At the very top of the tower lay a grand and magnificent array of palaces, exquisite and luxurious, yet with a mysterious style distinct from the cultivation civilization of the human race. One could occasionally see maids in gauzy clothes hurrying about, as well as ice-cold armored guards.
Their appearances were very close to that of the human race, especially a few high-status individuals who looked no different from human cultivators. Even the aura they emitted was calm and peaceful, a stark contrast to the violent and brutal nature of the lower-ranking demon progeny.
In the core area of the palaces, within a certain hall, a group of dignified men and women in splendid attire were softly discussing the distribution of spoils of war, the atmosphere relaxed and cheerful.
The spoils of war were blood-colored crystals floating in mid-air, each the size of a fist and perfectly spherical, numbering in the hundreds or thousands. Each crystal radiated a strong vitality.
These were obtained through the slaughter of billions of beings on the continent, each crystal formed by forcibly extracting the blood essence of hundreds of millions of mortals through a vile and strange secret method.
Beside these blood crystals were equally sized bright silver crystals, which upon closer inspection, had mesmerizing light and shadows flickering on their surfaces. These were soul crystals. Each soul crystal also required the slaughter of hundreds of millions of mortals and the extraction of their souls for successful refinement.
Among the high ranks of the Magic Clan, these blood and soul crystals were the most important cultivation resources. They could quickly enhance strength, heal injuries, and create powerful and perfect progeny… With a wide range of uses, they were far more practical than most natural treasures suitable for the Magic Clan’s constitution, thus truly considered hard currency.
“…I heard that Princess Wu suffered a great loss not long ago, ambushed and severely injured by a human Emperor, escaping back to the ancestral nest’s divine pool with only a wisp of soul remaining?”
“That’s right, her injuries are quite troublesome. Even with ample resources, she won’t recover without sleeping for several Yuanhui!”
“In that case, the tribute we prepared for her doesn’t need to be handed over, right? Why should we still offer benefits to a dying waste who can’t protect our tribe?”
“That makes sense. What’s meant for her, we’ll divide among ourselves from now on!”
“However, the resistance of the human cultivators is becoming more intense, and occasionally, powerful Emperors emerge. Our tribe’s losses are also gradually increasing. To avoid being sacrificed at the whim of those great beings, should we consider pledging loyalty to another Emperor?”
“Yes, we should discuss this properly.”
…
Not far from this Floating Land, in the void, a bright and beautiful radiance burst forth without warning, illuminating a hundred miles around.
After several breaths, the radiance gently retracted, condensing into a cocoon of light a hundred feet in diameter, motionless in the void.
After a short while,
The light cocoon slowly cracked open, revealing an anciently styled, bright red carriage, exuding a suffocating majesty and emitting scorching red light, looking from afar like a blazing sun.
“So this is the Great Void Starry Sky? Why does it look so desolate and decrepit?”
A melodious and ethereal voice sounded, clearly filled with doubt and disappointment.
“It’s quite normal! Since the ancient times, the Great Void Starry Sky has faced countless disasters. The fact that it hasn’t been completely destroyed is already a miracle. We can’t expect more.”
Another voice, gentle yet dignified, replied, “I’ve been here once before, so I know a bit more about this place. Compared to the world of our Heavenly Human Clan, the current Great Void Starry Sky indeed leaves much to be desired. It’s only fit to provide us with the source of fortune to help our world grow and strengthen.”
Inside the carriage sat two stunningly beautiful women. One with cascading black hair and a radiant appearance, her snow-white armor outlining her voluptuous curves, her eyes curved like crescent moons, exuding youthful vitality.
The other woman was dressed in a luxurious deep purple gown, her demeanor languid, her pink lips moist and lustrous, her lively eyes twinkling with cunning, her gaze shifting, her presence unfathomable, her beauty dreamlike and illusory.
The two women looked no different from normal humans, except for the intricate natural patterns around their foreheads and ears, resembling tattoos.
If Qing Muling were present, he would recognize one of them as Lingxi, the girl he met in the Misty Illusion Secret Realm, now the Deputy Envoy of the Heavenly Human Clan’s Gouli Divine Palace. The other was her bestie and playmate, the Envoy Zihuang.
Previously, due to the slaying of the Vermilion Flame Divine Beast by Yu Lingzhou and her companions, Zihuang attempted to use a secret heavenly method to trace the source and find the real culprit behind the scenes. However, she suffered a great loss, sustaining severe injuries, and took several years to recover.
Zihuang’s gaze swept over the distant dark void and said, “We are ordered to patrol the Great Void Starry Sky and also need to clarify some doubts about the last opening of the secret realm. This mission is not too urgent; we can investigate slowly. Let’s first head to the territory of the Calamity Fate Palace. Their leader has some cooperation with our Heavenly Human Clan, and many things we find inconvenient to handle can be managed by them.”
Lingxi nodded, “Alright, then we…”
At that moment, the expressions of both women changed slightly. A large group of Magic Clan progeny appeared in the distance, rapidly rushing towards the location of their carriage.
“What are these things? They don’t look like human cultivators at all.”
Lingxi asked with a hint of surprise in her furrowed brows. She wasn’t afraid, knowing the clear disparity in strength between them.
Zihuang’s expression turned slightly cold, “They must be the legendary Magic Clan progeny. I’ve seen records of them in the secret archives of the Calamity Fate Palace. It’s strange; weren’t they said to be extinct? How have they reappeared now?”
As they conversed, thousands of Magic Clan progeny had already approached. Before they could act, a colorful Qing Luo umbrella flew out gracefully, expanding in the wind, instantly transforming into a sword formation spanning hundreds of miles, enveloping all the aberrations within.