The Witch Clan's altar, built to welcome the Blood God, writhed like pulsating flesh, with clusters of flesh buds swaying like dancing branches.
"So this is the Four Great Deities."
From within the scarce human consciousness of Zhou Xuan came a sigh.
He originally thought the Tao Ancestor, Blood Well, Witch God, and Ancient Buddha were all living beings—just individuals with extremely powerful magic.
But now, he finally understood—the Tao Ancestor was a mountain of purple haze, the Ancient Buddha a temple, the Witch God an altar, and the Blood Well truly a well.
The Four Great Deities gathered, infusing their power into the Sea of Suffering, stirring up a gentle breeze.
This breeze brushed against Zhou Xuan, and he only felt it was overly gentle, suitable for a nap that might be quite pleasant. However, in the "battle of wills," stirring such a breeze seemed too weak.
Yet clearly, Zhou Xuan's estimation was mistaken.
