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 ...