"The wise man sacrifices his life to chase after a faint trace.
The ancient demon who was the first to cultivate the Devil Dao has already begun to awaken.
If we wish to survive and have a place to stand, we must welcome back our ancestors."
Every monster, regardless of strength, begins stepping onto the sacrificial altar one by one, using their bodies, even their heart blood, as offerings, igniting the sacrificial fire to enhance the power of the ritual.
As the offerings increase, the sacrificial fire gradually deepens in color, from transparency to a faint scarlet, and finally transforms into a flame of black without a trace of heat, continuously devouring the offerings.
The calls of the ancient converge into a vast howl.
Slowly, the flame of black without heat sinks into the altar and vanishes.
Upon the altar, there is a crisp sound as a crack appears.
That crack seems like a Devil Pattern, or perhaps a Demon Pattern, strange and peculiar.
