Chaos has been divided, and the heaven and earth are initially determined. The Great God Pangu collapsed from exhaustion, his left eye became the sun and his right eye became the moon, his blood turned into rivers and seas, and his muscles turned into thousands of miles of fertile fields. But the endless creatures did not notice that at the moment when the majestic body fell, a wisp of dark and cold breath quietly exhaled from his mouth.
It was the sigh of the creator of the world, sighing at his own "end". This is the first concept of "death" in this new universe.
This breath, mixed with a drop of reverse blood in Pangu's throat that was unwilling to be silenced, fell into the foot of Buzhou Mountain, an immeasurable sea of blood formed by the siltation of the remains of three thousand demon gods.
The sea of blood is filthy and devours all vitality. Even the most ferocious innate beast souls will be instantly reduced to nothing if they fall into it. However, no matter how many years have passed, in the deepest part of the sea of blood, a pale human figure slowly opened his eyes.
In his pupils, there were no stars rising or dying, no avenue runes, only a void of silence.
He opened his mouth, and the first syllable he uttered was dry and ancient, but it caused the entire sea of blood to wail.
"··· ··· Hungry."
