C1 Wedge

The sky was a dark, bloody hue—a gloom tinged with crimson. Bright patches would sporadically burst forth in the blood-darkened sky, like stones cast into a sea of blood, creating transient orbs of white light that flashed and vanished.

With each flash, ferocious beasts emerged, their terrifying, mournful roars echoing across the heavens and earth. These Vicious Beasts effortlessly laid waste to the massive cities built by humans. Their chilling cries mingled with the desperate screams of humanity and the heart-wrenching wails of the dying. Smoke and dust hung heavy in the air, amidst the chaos of shattered buildings and scattered corpses. Blood ran in rivers, transforming the human realm into a purgatory, with scenes of Vicious Beasts relentlessly hunting down humans at every turn.

"Boom!" The impact was like a mountain hurled into a sea of blood, causing the entire sky to shudder and the ground to quake in terror. A hoarse, grating voice transformed into a myriad of thoughts, piercing the consciousness of every Vicious Beast: "Seven days. We have but seven days in this world. In that time, you must consign all human cultivators to history! The God of Fate has foretold the emergence of the Son of Samsara in this world. I am eager to see how, bereft of its Dao teachings, this world will give rise to the Son of Samsara!"

Stirred by this command, the Vicious Beasts surged with fervor. A monstrous bird, with three heads and a wingspan of hundreds of meters, emitted a piercing cry akin to an infant's wail as it dove toward a group of sword-wielding disciples. Each swoop left a string of writhing, nearly lifeless bodies dangling from its luminescent talons.

A behemoth Vicious Beast, a kilometer in length and shrouded in black smoke, traversed the land. Wherever it roamed, the smoke's touch withered trees and turned living beings into charred skeletons.

A Violent Ape, towering at ten thousand meters with muscles as solid as metal, gazed upon a colossal mountain rising over a hundred thousand meters high. Its eyes were void-like, filled with a terrifying interplay of countless golden lightning bolts.

The Violent Ape faced the towering peak and stepped forward with its right foot. A muffled boom resonated from beneath the earth, shaking the ground with ferocity! With a single stride spanning thousands of meters, the ground where its foot had just been gave way, splitting open. A chasm a kilometer long and hundreds of meters wide erupted, spewing a scorching blast of air as fiery magma shot skyward! White dust billowed, swirling chaotically in the air.

With steady resolve, the Violent Ape advanced towards the mountain, the earth fracturing in its wake. Blood-red magma flowed behind it, forming rivers that snaked across the terrain like countless sinister serpents. Plumes of dust trailed the beast, morphing into monstrous shapes that cast the Violent Ape in the light of an ancient demon emerging from a desolate inferno.

As the Violent Ape neared the mountain peak, it suddenly burst into brilliance. The light, sharp as countless gleaming swords, sliced through the crimson void!

Intense beams of multicolored light burst forth from the peak, like titanic swords slashing at the Violent Ape. Magical artifacts soared from the mountain, transforming into colossal hands, mountains, and palaces that bore down on the Violent Ape in unison!

"Aooo!" The Violent Ape bellowed to the heavens, unleashing an awe-inspiring aura that whipped up a tempest of astral winds. The incoming attacks, diminished by the fierce gales, lost much of their potency.

The Violent Ape's body, now a tangle of disheveled fur, was pummeled by the relentless assault. A massive mountain peak struck its chest, driving the beast back several paces.

"Roar!" The reeling Violent Ape unleashed an enraged bellow, its form swelling dramatically. In an instant, it towered over a hundred thousand meters tall, a deity standing at the crossroads of heaven and earth.

Fists clenched, the Violent Ape hammered down on the mountain peak. A radiant shield flared up, repelling the beast's blows, yet it trembled persistently under the onslaught.

One punch, two, three. Undeterred by the barrage of attacks, the Violent Ape roared with unrestrained fury, pounding its fists into the mountain peak with relentless force.

At last, amidst a persistent cacophony of shattering sounds and the Violent Ape's blood-soaked form, the mountain crumbled abruptly. Beneath the Violent Ape's might, the peak fell amidst a chorus of defiant roars, deathly screams, and profound, lingering sighs, disintegrating into fine dust that slowly vanished into the ether.

In a distant place, atop a colossal island, a white-robed elder with a beard as white as snow stood upon a towering peak, his eyes blazing like torches, seemingly piercing through the boundless void to gaze intently into the distance.

"The spatial gateway is sealed tight, cutting off our escape to the main world. With the three Beast Kings dispatching their avatars, it's clear they're resolute in claiming our realm," the elder spoke with a heavy heart after a prolonged observation.

"The Mystic Sky Sect, Sword Sect, and Shatuoman Sect have all fallen. Judging by the direction of the ferocious beasts' onslaught, they'll be upon us shortly. Heart Ancestor, what's our course of action?" A young man, his face ashen, inquired from among the group behind the elder.

The Heart Ancestor closed his eyes, offering no response. Moments later, his eyes snapped open, gleaming with an otherworldly light. Suddenly, a pair of luminous, transparent films emerged from the center of his eyes, the once vibrant gaze now dimmed.

"The eye is the progenitor of the heart. Whoever possesses it will inherit the myriad Divine Skills of my Heart Clan. I shall harness the newly grasped power of fate to transport you to where you are most needed," murmured the Heart Ancestor to himself.

A nebulous swirl of light, seemingly composed of innumerable photons, quickly enveloped the twin membranes, exuding an aura of profound mystery. Those behind the Heart Ancestor were entranced by the sight, their consciousness slipping away in an instant!

Their gazes locked with the luminous fog, transporting their minds to another realm where they relived their entire lives in a fleeting moment; some even glimpsed their past and future existences.

A flare of light erupted from the mist, the particles vanishing swiftly. Before long, the Heart Ancestor stood alone, his presence commanding, his energy surging as he declared, "To conquer this world, even a Beast King must be willing to pay a toll!"

Propelling himself skyward, the Heart Ancestor transformed into a brilliant streak of light, slashing through the brooding heavens like a swift comet, thundering toward the horizon.

Suddenly, a cacophony of sounds erupted: long howls, violent roars, sharp screams, and a succession of bizarre noises that surged like tidal waves. The clamor was earth-shattering and soul-stirring! In that instant, ferocious beasts and the world's valiant fighters—Spirit Cultivators, Dao Sovereigns, Immortal Kings, and Sacred Lords—ceased their fierce battles and turned their gaze in unison toward the epicenter of the most intense conflict.

The sky was once again shrouded in a sinister hue of blood and shadow, while the fracturing earth beneath them began to settle. The piercing howls had ceased, yet the savage cries of the beasts lingered on. Human cultivators stood with ashen faces; their mightiest Heart Ancestor had fallen in battle. How much longer could they endure?

Within the river of fate, an unassuming mist carrying two layers of luminous film broke free from the bonds of space and time, descending gently upon an unknown realm.