The Vermilion Bird Temple spun, and the inheritors quickly entered another palace.
Their journey had just begun.
The Original Planet was merely the starting point. Their path was still long but closer to where the dream began.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years had passed.
The Four Great Secret Realms.
The earthly realms.
The wilderness.
The Great Xia Ancient Kingdom!
In a desolate mountain range, a blood-red ceremony was taking place.
Crimson flames rose, making everything in the valley exceptionally eerie.
On the altar, several masked red-robed cultivators were maintaining order.
Because, apart from them, tens of thousands of Dao Lords and countless common cultivators had also gathered here.
And they were the objects of the blood sacrifice.
"Young Sect Master, everything is ready!" the red-robed messenger respectfully said.