Outside the Archaic Hall, in the Spark-Heritage Zone, lies an unnamed region.
Swish, swish.
A vast ocean, like a grand feast of blood, churned with waves and ripples, suffused with crimson and violent killing intent. Though it seemed calm on the surface, undercurrents surged within the blood sea, filled with unimaginable Sha‑Qi, chilling to the bone and evoking apocalyptic dread.
So-called Sha‑Qi is the fusion of killing intent, malice, and other negative states.
Sha‑Qi is equivalent to a different kind of aura or momentum.
When Sha‑Qi becomes dense enough, it can destroy the minds of intelligent beings and permeate space and time.
The blood sea breeds Sha‑Qi, saturates with Sha‑Qi!
The blood sea lies below, shrouding eternity, as if no life can escape its grasp.
Thank goodness.
Wade Wu II, a Human powerhouse, breathed a sigh of relief—he had made it on time after all.
The Nether‑Fame Stele, reserved for the Primeval Gate, opens at fixed intervals every ten eras—never waiting for anyone. Even a moment's delay is absolutely unforgivable.
Fortunately, he had mastered the Dao‑law of space, moving at speeds rivaling a warp-ship, and the Shallow-Red Void allowed for unlimited acceleration... Wade Wu II remained calm, narrowed his eyes, and studied the ten strongest Primordial Gate Geniuses.
As a true powerhouse, he had his own criteria for judgment.
"Mm." Wade Wu II swept his gaze across the ten faces, sensing their emotions, and quietly praised: "Serena Huang, Danhu, and Andrew Han have the steadiest dispositions."
At this moment.
Serena Huang, Danhu, Andrew Han, and Nan Xiangcun stood above the blood sea, overlooking the ocean and its Sha‑Qi. None could maintain absolute composure.
Serena Huang's elegant eyes brimmed with awe: "How much killing would it take to produce such Sha‑Qi? Even a life-synthesis Stellar Palace slaughterer, after a lifetime of madness, might barely condense a single drop of this blood sea."
The boundless blood sea—who could ever count its drops?
Waves rippled across the blood sea, each one twisting the years with horror, as if dragging people downward into the deepest abyss of darkness.
Danhu closed his eyes. "I... I can faintly hear the wails of billions of Nether beings."