Traveling through hell, Lu Wangshu opened her eyes and was tied to a bronze altar. There was a pool of boiling blood at her feet. The priest shouted and sacrificed her to the ancient demon. Everyone was waiting to see her torn into pieces, but she held down the ferocious beast totem on the altar with her backhand - you worshiped the wrong thing, I sealed this thing with my own hands back then.
On Danxue Mountain, demonic power poured in like a sea. The layers of restrictions that had been dormant for thousands of years in her body burst apart, and a nine-tailed shadow suddenly appeared behind her. The blood moon was in the sky, and all the demons bowed their heads. She stepped on the priest's robe and walked out of the altar: "Sacrifice? How about I teach you what it means to worship the Ten Thousand Demons?"
When the ancient demon emperor reappeared, the lost ancient worlds of "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" were awakened one after another - in this life, she wanted the whole world to kneel down and listen to her tell the story of that year.
