Chapter 424: Ragnarok

The world had become a canvas of blood and shadow, painted under the weeping boughs of the Life Ancient Tree. Its once vibrant, emerald leaves were now tainted with a creeping, necrotic black, its sacred aura choked by the stench of brimstone and decay. At its base, reality itself seemed to tear apart. A swirling vortex of purple and black energy, vast and menacing, pulsed like a malignant heart. This was the nascent demon gate, the culmination of Taoist Master Claudius’s insane ritual. He...