No one knew that beneath the Azure Sea's Abyss, there was a Heavenly Grotto, where silhouetted figures stood within the roiling blood waves, silently watching the world outside the grotto.
They gazed into the vast Azure Sea as if waiting for something.
A blood-haired man held a knife, wrapped in the aura of bloodthirst, his crimson blade faintly shimmering with light, as if it was gathering strength, ready to erupt with a powerful strike at any moment.
"The time has come, the Spiritual Realm shall belong to my Netherworld, to my hunting ground as the Six hundred and seventy-two Blood Disciple. Are my Blood Slaves prepared?" the Six hundred and seventy-two Blood Disciple asked coldly.
"Master, we are prepared to bathe the Spiritual Realm in blood!" howled the silhouettes, their eyes ablaze with frenzy.
"Excellent! After long years of plotting and waiting, the time has finally come for us to reap our rewards," the Six hundred and seventy-two Blood Disciple said with a smile.
