That was a blood-red Blood Cocoon Space, like the space within a person's abdomen.
In the space, a life was born, the life of a powerful woman. Yet in the instant this life was conceived, she herself formed the Hand of Order, cutting the umbilical cord of life.
The endless Life Energy surged upward, causing this Blood Cocoon Space to undergo bizarre changes.
The scene changed again, the Tianhe shattered, the Blood River dried up.
Inside a decrepit decaying threshold, an old black-robed cultivator sat on a throne, a throne made of endless Soul Power and life.
The golden giant sword in his hand was already shattered, broken into fragments, falling to the ground.
His red hair, like a Blood Sea, draped and spilled around him, encircling him like an ocean of blood.
He seemed to be muttering to himself.
Those words were ancient Tai Chu Runes, the obscure sounds seemed to transmit through the endless space into Zhou Yan's ear.
