Li Zihua’s voice contained immense profundity. Though he spoke softly, the entire red moon trembled as a result. And the sound waves caused the blood sea surrounding Crimson Mother to go still.3

Xu Qing and everyone else breathed sighs of relief as they backed up. They all knew that the fight to come wasn’t something they could participate in. Not even Smoldering Gods qualified.1

Crimson Mother’s face was expressionless. Flames burned to life in the bloody pits that were hēr eyes. Apparently, shē didn’t seem surprised at all to find that Li Zihua had awoken.0

Crimson Mother’s voice didn’t contain even a scrap of emotion, neither joy nor sorrow, as shē said, “Dark Serenity left. Time itself changed. It’s pointless for you to have woken up, Li Zihua.”11

The scene playing out was different for everyone.0

Each person’s perceptions changed to accommodate what they could sustain. For example, the Heir Apparent and his siblings saw Crimson Mother as a vicious, evil, terrifying humanoid figure covered with feathers. And instead of fire burning in hēr eye sockets, shē had two stars. That was how gods worked. Because of existing on a much higher level of life, gods would look different to the eyes of different living beings.4

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