Eerie and rotten, nestled in the woods at the edge of a canyon.

A thick, foul-smelling mist of blood fills the air, dominating, everything that can be seen.

The wails, roars, screams, and screams of the monsters echo through the forest, full of slaughter, despair and fear, like thorny vines, breaking into their ears, stirring, binding, winding, and cruising in every part of their bodies, until you too go crazy and make the same sound as theirs.

This is the forbidden place of the blood nest, and the monsters that survive in this forest were actually members of the blood nest, they were swallowed by the desire in the blood, gradually lost, slowly gave up the inhibition of the blood, began to enjoy the pleasure of vanity, and let the chaotic emotions erode their minds.

They have no mind, they are dominated by blood like walking corpses, they stage endless battles every day, in order to eat the blood of more of their compatriots, to intensify the blood, to improve the purity of the blood, and to get satisfaction from it, to arm their empty hearts and empty souls with terrifying power.

They have nothing but blood.

It's like the most primitive human purgatory, the white bones of all kinds of beasts, shattered all over the ground, as far as the eye can see, buried at the end of the blood-colored fog.

The huge hideous eyes, covered with bloodshots, were stuck between two large trees several feet apart, as if there were still signs of life, and the clear horror was engraved in the depths of its pupils, and the eyeballs were densely covered with red disgusting roundworms.

The stone walls that reached into the sky on both sides were covered in layers of blood and blackened, and the indistinguishable turbid liquids and brains were like evil and abstract graffiti, which could be seen everywhere.

The stench is tangy.

Yingzi walked in the air, expressionless, as if all the terrifying sounds were afraid of her existence and did not dare to go beyond the slightest. But the owner of those voices has no reason to speak of.

They rushed out of the blood-drenched woods with all kinds of organs, and stood on the top of great fangs, on the tops of trees, or on the severed limbs of behemoths scattered all over the place.

Their faces and bodies are deformed and distorted, as if they are barely pieced together with different parts of different species.

Terrible wounds were all over their bodies like medals. They looked up, exhaled cold white air from their mouths, and hissed and intimidated sounds,

The warbler is always calm and elegant, stepping barefoot in the air with transparent ripples.

She didn't bother to look at the monster, only looking ahead, in the depths of the blood mist, where a gate called Chiyan called her.

Countless monsters swarmed up, and they leaped to their feet, their ferocious eyes full of brutal murderous intent.

Little did they know that this would be the last jump of their lives. Because they simply don't have time to know.

They saw a leisurely ripple in the air, slowly opening and spreading into the distance until it covered the sky above them as far as they could see.

Before they could even see the appearance of the warbler, they were shaken into flying blood foam by a majestic wind.

In just an instant, the forest beneath the warbler's feet disappeared and turned into powder in an earth-shaking roar.

The blood mist dissipated, revealing a lonely place.

As if a miracle had happened, the gods had inflicted merciless punishment on sin, and the woods in the heart of the canyon had become a desert of sawdust, ashes, and stone dust in the blink of an eye.

Above the light fragments, quiet, ripples like flowers blooming, and beautiful faces burning in scarlet blood, floating, like the wind, red flying silk.

Memories kept playing out, and people kept shouting her name.

- Yingzi, come to Yingzi, let's go to that mountain and have a look......

She hears the warm voice of the eagle, she hears the childish voice, and hears the cheerful voice of her childhood friend......

- Phoenix, you are a phoenix, you are the master of the blood nest......

She heard the old man's kind voice, Bi Fang's stern voice, the voices of all the elders who had high hopes for her.

- Cecelina, run, I'm sorry I always went against you and bullied you before, so let me guard you this time......

She heard a boy's voice, strange and familiar.

Who is he?

Who is Cecelina again?

Who the hell am I?

There are people in her ears constantly shouting different names, different voices, different people, different tones, and different feelings.

As if caught in a vortex of poison, the huge pain, like a bomb, detonated in an instant, feeling that her body was destroyed in an instant, and her bones were gone, but her face was expressionless, as if the tortured soul at the moment had nothing to do with the walking body.

The blood mist that dispersed was like a slowly moving surface of light, shining into every corner and void it could reach. Her figure was once again hidden in the blood mist.

She walked with ancient steps, solemn and solemn, towards the end of the blood mist, towards the sublime heavenly machine, towards the irreversible fate and oracle, as if the oldest and holy ritual in the world, all obstacles, will be wiped out in an instant.

One step, one step at a time...... She walked towards the gate of Chiyan, towards the eternal thoughts, towards her ending and answers.

One step, one step, one step at a time, like the second hand on a clock, second by second, towards the moment of two o'clock in the afternoon.