A thousand meters underground from the South Heaven Gate Fortress.

Here lies a massive cavern hollowed out by an unknown entity.

Under the blood light, a horrific scene unfolds.

The dark red pool of blood shimmers with a faint glow under the dim blue light of the cave, like an endless Hell of the Sea of Blood, permeated with a heavy scent of iron rust.

Countless tiny streams of blood meander from all directions, converging into this vast Blood Pool, where each drop of blood forms into alarming little blood beads, gently quivering and dripping below, becoming part of the Blood River.

An intricately crafted coffin lies quietly beneath the Blood River, its surface reflecting blood red light.

The coffin's surface is smooth and cold, carved with intricate patterns that, under the blood light, appear eerie and mysterious, emblazoned with the demon patterns of summoning Cain.

Cain, known as the bloodthirsty Demon God, the immortal King.

His favorite pastime is soaking in the endless Blood River.

Blood gathers from all directions and all eventually flows toward the coffin, as if sustaining some formidable entity inside, and an echo of a heartbeat can even be heard from within.

The air around is thick with the stench of blood, suffocating to the senses.

The riverbed of the Blood River is engraved with numerous demon patterns, emitting a blood red glow.

Along the edge of the Blood River, there stands another coffin, even more luxurious.

A pounding sound emanates from inside this coffin.

The demon patterns on the coffin radiate blood red light.

Droplets of fresh blood fall from on high, merging into scarlet streams, carving deep, profound marks on the stone paving as if the slabs themselves were corroded.

The corroded stone slabs directly form demon patterns, as a great quantity of blood pours into the coffin.

Before long, with a bang, the coffin bursts open.

A mass of blood springs from the coffin, coalescing in mid-air, forming a man with a pair of bat wings.

His face is pale, his eyes deep and mysterious, with demon patterns in his dark pupils, and sharp teeth protruding from his mouth.

The man's figure is tall and graceful, every movement revealing a poised, noble manner.

"Haha, Jiao Mu Flood Dragon, who would've thought, Doctor Du Bo was merely one of my infected clones."

"I had simply placed a portion of my soul fragments inside him."

"But even if my clone dies, it doesn't matter."

"The spores have already been spread by those fools."

"The corrosive nature of the Abyssal Spores cannot be withstood by humans at all."

"My plan, must not be disrupted by anyone."

"As long as I absorb enough Blood of Exotic Beasts, I can summon Demon God Cain."

"And with the power of Demon God Cain, completely transform into a Blood Demon, achieving immortality."

"Hahaha."

A trace of madness flickered in Du Bo's eyes.

"I need more souls, need more sacrifices, I can't afford the Demon God I serve to be dissatisfied with my offerings."

"I wonder if Wang Gang will act on his own after I'm dead."

"Ye Bai has been infected by the spores, death should not be far off."

"Haha, the spore army, nurtured by my hand too, shall serve as a hidden weapon."

"The people from the Death God Association should be arriving here soon."

"I must personally welcome them."

"Speak of the devil, Cao Cao arrives."

Professor Du Bo transformed into countless blood lights, vanishing into thin air.

At that moment, in a place overgrown with wild grass,

The Corpse Speaker was digging a grave with a giant shovel.

The gravestone read: "In honor of the Eternal Songstress, Miss Zhang Tian'an."

"Sweetheart, I've arrived."

"I can feel this is a perfect masterpiece."

Soon, a transparent glass coffin appeared, encasing a maiden surrounded by Eternal Flowers.

Her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, gently rested on her eyelids, as if in peaceful slumber or poised to flutter into flight at any moment.

Her closed eyes seemed to shield her from the chaos outside.

Her long, black eyelashes quivered slightly, like a host of little elves awaiting the dawn.

Sunlight filtered through the glass coffin, casting slender shadows under her eyelids, resembling wings lost by an angel.

Her skin was white as jade, lips a pale red, as if cherry blossoms in early bloom, like a masterpiece intricately carved by a master artist.

A whip, shaped like a rose, was tightly clenched in the maiden's hand.

"Haha, I was right, this remnant is preserved excellently."

"The Eternal Songstress, Zhang Tian'an, a Tier Seven plant-type Pet Beast Master, fell during the South Heaven Gate defense, and was buried here afterward."

"Accompanied by the Eternal Flower in her eternal rest."

"Such a pity, I must transform your heroic spirit into my Corpse Puppet."

Corpse Speaker grinned, revealing teeth white as jade.

He gazed greedily at the Eternal Songstress.

"Such a fine masterpiece should be appreciated by all."

"Eternal Songstress, Zhang Tian'an, awaken from your slumber, become my little darling."

Black mist seeped into the glass coffin, the terrifying mist weaving around Zhang Tian'an like Puppet Threads.

In the next moment, Zhang Tian'an opened eyes dark as ink.

She awoke from her cold tomb.

Zhang Tian'an, like a puppet controlled by unseen strings, slowly sat up from the coffin.

Though long deceased, her body still retained its suppleness.

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