Today, it is a feast held by the Bloods to celebrate the new birth.

Although their time has passed, they believe that it will not be long before they become the new masters of this world.

Therefore, today's feast is held by them to pay tribute to the past and welcome the future.

The leader of the blood clan made no secret of his wolf ambitions, and in the world 1,700 years later, the evil gods were suppressed, the Shura clan was nowhere to be found, and the ghost clan, the demon clan, and the Rakshasa clan had already declined, and it was not as good as before.

As for the fairy realm, the gods who could fight them thousands of years ago are all dead, and now how can the rest be their opponents.

Therefore, looking at it, there are almost no people in the Three Realms and Kyushu who can suppress them.

In this case, it is better to do nothing, ascend to the dark throne, and let the blood clan lead the world.

When Tianchi woke up again, she was dazzled by the bright lights in front of her, and she subconsciously frowned, only to see that there was a white lamp composed of night pearls hanging on the roof, which was unique.

The sound of laughter came into his ears from not far away, and with the sound of silk and bamboo instruments, Tianchi turned his head and glanced around the place where he was.

It was found that in a hall of more than 100 square meters, there were many men in black stand-up collars and women dressed exquisitely, and it was obvious that these people who stood out from the crowd were pure-blooded people.

That is, the Prince of the Blood Clan, and those who look inconspicuous and have low eyebrows are the low-level Blood Clansmen who were first embraced by them.

As for those who shuttle through the crowd, busy with a dead face, they are the lowliest blood servants.

All the tables were covered with a red cloth, which was filled with all kinds of rare spirit fruits and gorgeous flowers, beautiful glass cups filled with red liquid, white porcelain plates were piled up with various organs, and a circle of flowers was specially arranged around to decorate, and the rich fragrance of flowers mixed with a strong smell of blood filled the entire hall.

In the corner, the few humans shivered and played music for them, their faces bloodless but still smiling.

The hall is wrapped in red silk cloth, and everything looks so festive and lively.

Tonight, it's a carnival belonging to the blood clan.

Tianchi looked at the red ribbon that tied her hands and feet, and was speechless, but she didn't move, but quietly listened to the conversation of the blood people.

From their conversation, Tianchi finally understood why the Blood Clan disappeared 1,700 years ago.

More than 1,800 years ago, the Blood Clan had been fighting with the Evil Venerable, and like the Demon Clan, the Shura Clan, and the Rakshasa Clan, they enjoyed war and killing.

After a hundred years of entanglement with the creator god and other people of the Light Race, this protracted war finally came to an end.

Tianchi heard something else from their words.

At that time, no one was an opponent of the evil god, even if the gods joined forces, they could not shake the evil god in the slightest, he was like a big mountain, horizontal in front of everyone, unclimbable.

Just when everyone was feeling hopeless, a turning point appeared, and that day, for some reason, the evil venerable fell before a fight, as if the divine soul had been severely injured and fell into great pain.

Seizing this opportunity, the gods charged a blow and were able to defeat the man who killed the gods.

Taking advantage of his weakness, they suppressed him in the Netherworld and won the battle, but the price they paid was also dearly.

(End of chapter)