Lou Xianyue dragged his body onto the altar.
After letting his blood for two consecutive months, his figure was more gaunt and frail than ever. His once-dazzling long silver hair was now dry and dull, and his face was so deathly pale it looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
Beneath the altar, a distorted, black-hole-like vortex churned. From high above, it resembled a giant eye slowly opening, greedily watching all of creation. Countless malevolent wisps of Black Qi flew out from the Eye of the Ruins, transforming into phantoms of all kinds of Exotic Beasts. They let out strange, piercing roars as they swarmed out in every direction.
Infinitely long, crimson threads crisscrossed high in the sky, forming a densely woven net that contained the Eye of the Ruins, attempting to trap the escaping Black Qi.
