On a desolate dead realm.

The evil god of fear stood in the middle of a huge stone altar, howling into the void.

Every syllable it let out shook heaven and earth. In a mysterious rhythm, they seemed to be gathering his soul and memory fragments that were scattered in this world.

Corpses were piled into hills around the altar.

Most of the corpses belonged to strange-looking spirit beasts Nie Tian had never seen before, species that were clearly different from those in the human world.

Three Netherspirits fixed the evil god of fear with fanatical gazes.

A number of Netherspirits, whose auras were clearly not as profound, were gathered in a place quite far from the altar.

Nie Tian found the three Netherspirits unfamiliar, and supposed that they weren’t among the Netherspirits that had...