73: Chapter 73 The Corpse Army Descends - Heaven Weeps Blood Rain

One after another, giant beasts filled with a tyrannical aura broke through the water, their screeches piercing and ear-splitting, enough to shatter metal and stone—

Roar—!

Awoo—!

Chirp—!

The various roars intertwined into a symphony that shook the heavens and earth, as the entire Blood Sea fell into a frenzy, rumbling incessantly.

As the members of the Undead Race descended upon the world, the Great Desolate World immediately sensed it; the myriad Daos resonated, letting out shrill cries of grief.

The sky hanging above the continent was dyed blood-red in an instant.

In that moment, countless living beings felt their hearts tremble violently as an unspeakable sorrow surged over them, causing the blood in their bodies to oscillate uncontrollably.

Heaven wept blood as the myriad Daos mourned together.

A sense of desolation permeated the four directions; the spirits of all living beings shattered, and tears fell like rain.

Bloodlines trembled, retreated, and feared some ancient and unnamable existence.

“The sky is weeping blood! Why has such an anomaly appeared?”

“Why is my heart filled with despair? It feels as if an imminent catastrophe is approaching.”

“My blood is racing; what is it afraid of?”

Under the blood-stained sky, whether on the land, in the four seas, or drifting within the Endless Starry Sky, all living beings fell into extreme sorrow and panic.

The faint whispers of countless vengeful spirits echoed in their ears, making their spines turn cold.

At this moment, rain suddenly fell from the blood-colored canopy above the nine heavens—dark red like blood, it was a rain of blood!

Simultaneously, the laws of heaven and earth played an elegy; the mournful sound lingered, and all spirits wept, unable to restrain themselves.

Extreme West Blood Sea, beneath the firmament.

Tianlong led an army of a hundred thousand undead, raising their heads to roar, their cries containing a sky-toppling malevolence.

In the void above their heads, a massive phantom appeared—

A white-haired Demon God stood grimly in the sky!

His silver hair danced wildly, his skin was as pale as frost, and the wings on his back unfurled—pure white fleshy wings that blotted out the sun and covered the entire sky.

Two sharp fangs extended from the corners of his lips, glinting with a heart-palpitating blood-light.

His eyes had no pupils, leaving only dark abysses; a cold, murderous aura pierced through heaven and earth as he looked down upon the beings of the Great Desolate World.

Roar—!

The Demon God roared at the heavens, shaking the myriad Daos; the void cracked inch by inch, nearly collapsing.

When this phantom appeared in the sky, countless beings of the Great Desolate World immediately knelt on the ground, shivering, their faces pale and their eyes full of horror.

Buzz—!

The heavens shook violently, and a silver-white vertical pupil slowly emerged high in the sky—

The eye of heavenly dao had descended!

“What tricks are you playing now?!” A cold and furious voice suddenly erupted from within the eye of heavenly dao.

That white-haired Demon God was indeed Jiang Chen—however, what appeared now was merely a phantom, the Will of Jiang Chen formed by the gathered intent of the Undead Clan.

In an instant, a voice as cold as a deep abyss cut through the void:

“Heavenly Dao, back then you arbitrarily ended the Dark Era, shrouded the consciousness of all spirits, and deceived all living beings in their ignorance. Today, I shall tear open the seals deep within their bloodlines and let them see with their own eyes—how their ancestors howled in despair until they died!”

“Hahaha—”

The arrogant laughter was like a blade splitting the sky, echoing across the eight directions yet impossible to trace, as if coming from beyond time and space, transcending the Three Realms and the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

As soon as this laughter emerged, the billions of beings in the Great Desolate World felt their spines go cold and their hair stand on end, their faces filled with terror as if their souls were pierced by invisible ice.

Crack—

A crisp sound of shattering suddenly came from between heaven and earth, as if some ancient restriction had collapsed. Simultaneously, the same sound of snapping echoed within every being of the Great Desolate World.

Following closely, scenes of carnage flooded into their minds like a tide—it was the Great Desolate World at the beginning of the Dark Era.

The Undead Clan emerged from the west; wherever they went, not a blade of grass remained, and rivers of blood flowed. They were like Asuras descending to the world, heartlessly slaughtering all living beings.

Wails filled the fields, the sky was dyed crimson, and the earth became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The myriad races of the West were torn to pieces amidst shrill screams, flesh and blood flying everywhere in a terrifying sight.

And this was merely the beginning of the Dark Era.

In an instant, the bodies of all Great Desolate beings trembled violently; many weak existences were already covered in tears, their grief uncontrollable.

When the beings of the West were completely annihilated, the Primordial God-Demon Alliance finally took the stage.

The Ancestral Dragon soared through the clouds, the Ancestral Qilin stepped through fire, and the Ancestral Phoenix rose to burn the heavens. The various ancestors led thousands of gods and demons, vowing to fight to the death against the Undead Clan.

Witnessing these figures, countless citizens of the Great Desolate World were incredibly excited, their eyes filling with tears—those were the sources of their bloodlines, the legendary supreme ancestors!

“Kill! Exterminate this group of inhuman monsters!”

The public indignation was stirred, their shouts like thunder, as if they could travel through time and space to cheer for their ancestors.

However, the next scene caused all hope to instantly turn to ash.

In the images, a white-haired Demon God descended from the void, destroying everything in his path with a simple gesture. The Ancestral Dragon, Ancestral Phoenix, Ancestral Qilin... all the Primordial Gods and Demons fell, without even a chance to resist!

The minds of the Great Desolate beings were severely shaken, their faces contorted, unable to believe what they were seeing.

With the gods and demons destroyed, the alliance collapsed instantly, and within moments, the entire army was wiped out.

Blood soaked the earth, red clouds obscured the sun, and heaven and earth played a mournful dirge, as if seeing off the heroic souls who once protected the world.

After the God-Demon army was destroyed, the Undead Clan began the true catastrophe.

The starry sky shattered, the four seas churned, and the continent cracked—wherever they went, it became a purgatory.

Until the last cry faded and the last glimmer of life was extinguished, darkness completely swallowed heaven and earth!

At this moment, the beings of the Great Desolate World had ashen faces and vacant eyes, as if their souls had been extracted. No one could believe that before the history they knew, such a heavy night of blood lay buried.

Gods and demons fell, and all spirits were devastated.

Above the nine heavens, the eye of heavenly dao was filled with sky-toppling rage, yet it did not move to stop it. It knew that Jiang Chen, as the Lord of the Earthly Dao, had the right to uncover these dusty shackles of memory.

“Jiang Chen, you will regret this. When things reach an extreme, they must reverse; after a peak comes a decline. You cannot fail to understand this principle,” the Heavenly Dao spoke coldly, its tone like frost.

“Hahahaha, no need for you, the Heavenly Dao, to worry!”

The Heavenly Dao's gaze sank, its heart already understanding—Jiang Chen's move was actually to absorb the negative power of all living beings. Every emotion that could be defined as 'negative' in the world could be consumed by him.

Fear, despair, sorrow... now that the beings of the Great Desolate World had witnessed the destruction of their ancestors, sky-toppling fear naturally grew in their hearts, becoming a 'delicacy' in Jiang Chen's mouth.

This was an overt scheme—openly harvesting the spirits of all living beings and extracting their pain as nourishment.

In an instant, the phantom of the white-haired Demon God slowly dissipated into the sky.

“Hmph!” The Heavenly Dao snorted coldly; it wasn't a miscalculation but something long expected. It had already foreseen that Jiang Chen would open those bloodline memories, it just hadn't expected him to act so swiftly.

“When the order of the Great Desolate is perfected, that will be the day you, Jiang Chen, are utterly destroyed in body and soul,” the Heavenly Dao whispered, then vanished into the void, leaving no trace.

At the same time, deep within the River of Time and Space.

Jiang Chen slowly rose from the flowing waters of time, his eyes opening, a satisfied smile curling his lips.

“The power of fear from all living beings is truly exceptionally delicious.”

“The power of fear from all living beings is truly exceptionally delicious.”

Jiang Chen lightly licked his crimson lips, a look of indulgence appearing on his enchanting face.