Henry Brooks felt himself being sucked into a space even more incomprehensible and unimaginable to him...

It was a barren, desolate, and narrow land, riddled everywhere with terrifying fissures as dense as a spider’s web. Scorching lava boiled within the cracks, and the air was thick with the stench of sulfur.

The land was extremely narrow and long, like a canyon, or perhaps a passageway, stretching endlessly in both directions. Overhead and on both sides, blood-red clouds churned, countless bolts of lightning and thunder writhing like dragons and serpents through the gaps in the clouds, constantly transforming into silver pillars of lightning thicker than barrels, crashing down from the sky and shattering boulder-sized rocks into dust.

Everywhere were corpses and bones, covering the ground. Even the remaining bones were exceptionally hideous, as if countless terrifying evil spirits had tried to charge into the canyon, only to be mercilessly slaughtered.

The vast majority of the bones were as small as dogs or horses, gray-white like weathered stone, shaped like hunched dwarves; some were dark green-black, even larger than ten-story buildings, some whole, some broken; there were also fragments that looked as if cast from gold, scattered densely across the land.

The entire desolate land resembled a realm of bones, and before it became such a place, it seemed to have witnessed an unimaginable, cataclysmic battle.

At the center of this land of bones stood a black temple-like structure as tall as a mountain, towering in the middle of the land.

The colossal hall was ancient and crude, covered in glaring marks left by hacking and biting, and one corner was missing...

Seeing this scene, Henry Brooks suddenly recalled the photos of the black cauldron’s excavation site shown to him by the middle-aged man back on Earth. That building, buried deep in the mountains and resembling a ruined temple—wasn’t it just the missing corner of the giant hall before him?

Where was this place?

How could a corner of the giant hall appear on Earth?

Henry Brooks’s mind was so overwhelmed with shock that he could barely think. He realized he could overlook the narrow, blood-clouded wasteland and the unimaginably grand hall from above.

The blood-like clouds were right behind him, yet he could not see his own form, as if only his soul and consciousness were floating above this narrow land.

He had clearly just been at Taiwei Sect, in Leonard Brooks’s Jianyunya cave residence—how had he suddenly appeared here?

He could still comprehend the world where Taiwei Sect was located, perhaps a world parallel to Earth, but what was this blood-clouded wasteland?

And what was that voice that had just suddenly appeared in his mind?

What was this so-called George King, the temple, the guardian envoy?

Henry Brooks wished he could raise his middle finger to the churning blood clouds above:

If there really are gods in the heavens, why pick on him alone for their amusement?

...

At this moment, the winds and clouds above the giant hall suddenly changed. Countless bolts of lightning converged and struck wildly at the hall, but as they reached above it, an invisible force seemed to gather all the lightning into a colossal, unimaginable dragon of thunder and lightning.

The thunder dragon was so majestic, so fierce, as if it were the ruler of heaven and earth, coiling above the giant hall and gazing down at the narrow land.

Henry Brooks was filled with an indescribable sense of awe, staring blankly at the scene, his consciousness and soul numb.

“Left Ear, I, Charles King, have been trapped in a foreign realm for thousands of years. My divine soul is already weak beyond measure. By a stroke of fate, just before I completely dissipated, I managed to tear open the chaotic void and return by borrowing the power in this child’s bloodline. Unfortunately, I failed to bring the divine artifact Dragon Cauldron back to the temple...”

The thunder dragon before him was actually connected to that black cauldron!

Henry Brooks listened to the voice that seemed to reverberate directly in his mind, completely at a loss for words. Was it this thunder dragon that brought him to the other world where Taiwei Sect was, and then brought him into this desolate, blood-clouded, mysterious space?

What was going on with Earth, and what was the chaotic void?

“So it was just a coincidence. I was wondering why you, George King, would choose such a frail human to inherit your seat as guardian. But we really couldn’t hold out any longer—so many guardians have fallen, and I’m just a remnant soul now. But the rift connecting to the Rakshasa Fiend Domain is about to appear again, and I can’t hold on for more than a few years...”

The decrepit voice echoed from within the giant hall, carrying an indescribable sorrow.

“This child’s divine soul is also extremely weak. After seizing his body, there’s a hidden affliction in the soul, and soon he’ll be rejected by this body, doomed to the tragic fate of soul and spirit both perishing—even the lowest Rakshasa ghost, he wouldn’t be able to resist!”

“What, my soul and spirit will perish?” Henry Brooks didn’t care about temples or Rakshasa ghosts—none of that had anything to do with him—but hearing that he would soon perish made his hair stand on end.

He had thought, well, if I’ve transmigrated, I’ll just muddle along in Taiwei Sect for a lifetime. Who would have thought there was more to it than that?

“You think seizing a body is an easy matter?” the decrepit voice said with contempt.

“Seizing a body?” Henry Brooks was startled. Although Edward York’s memories were fragmented, it wasn’t hard to find memories related to body-seizing. He just hadn’t connected his own situation to this before.

Without Charles King or the old fellow needing to explain further, Henry Brooks was already breaking out in a cold sweat...