What was the Nameless Valley?
Seven hundred years ago, it was the fourth continent of the mortal world, and to this day, it remains the most mysterious continent of all.
That same continent was covered by a boundless layer of clouds that hid everything beneath. There were no mystical animals, no grass, no fields, no forests—no sign of life at all.
Only at the center of the continent lay a massive valley.
That valley was covered in sand… but not ordinary sand.
The sand was red .
Three grass-covered mountains stood within it, and hidden among them were ancient pyramids, concealing secret artifacts. Most of these were Sword Realm artifacts and Spirit artifacts.
However, many artifacts still remained untouched.
Why?
Because anyone who entered never came back.
Those few who managed to escape would only say one thing:
"Do not enter that place…
There lives a very handsome man—
but he is completely mad… and terrifying to the core."
They called him:
The Life Taker
He was a descendant of the First Sword Ancestor,
the origin of humanity's bloodline.
His name was—
Blood Lord
The second most bloodthirsty cultivator in the history of the mortal world.
A man whose sole purpose in life was simple:
To end lives… in countless ways.
Blood Lord was also a member of the Nine Tribe Inheritance, and in his era, no one could defeat him.
Until one day…
A powerful enemy appeared—
A Liquid Immortal Realm cultivator.
He arrived with over 109 peak experts, forming an overwhelming force.
But Blood Lord was prepared.
He gathered his own army… and brought along a mysterious man.
The Great Battle
The battle shook the heavens.
Blood Lord and the mysterious man fought alongside their army against the Liquid Immortal and his forces.
But in the end…
The mysterious man fled with the remaining survivors.
Only Blood Lord remained—
Surrounded by the corpses of his comrades.
Rage filled his heart.
He swore revenge and immediately pursued the mysterious man.
With a cold expression, he unleashed his artifact:
Spear of Piercing
The spear shot through the air and pierced the man's chest.
Yet… the man did not die.
He escaped, barely alive, to tell the tale.
Now alone, Blood Lord turned back and fought desperately against the Liquid Immortal.
But even he…
Failed.
The Turning Point
Just as the Liquid Immortal prepared to deliver the final blow—
His body suddenly froze.
He fell to the ground, coughing blood.
His expression twisted in shock.
He had been poisoned.
At first, he suspected betrayal from his own comrades.
But soon, the truth was revealed.
Blood Lord had secretly sent someone to infiltrate the Liquid Immortal's territory…
And poison his food.
The plan worked.
The Liquid Immortal—and his army—died.
Victory… at a Cost
Blood Lord stood victorious.
But his body…
Was beyond saving.
His chest had been pierced, his injuries fatal.
Death was approaching.
Yet instead of despair—
He cursed the Mortal Ruler.
Why?
Because the Mortal Ruler had always been his inspiration for fighting.
And Blood Lord had once planned something impossible—
To revive a soul fragment of the Mortal Ruler.
The Final Moment
Then—
He saw it.
...
Blood Lord held the Liquor Spear in his hand and smiled faintly.
"It seems… my time has come."
He laughed weakly.
"I never thought a split soul of the Mortal Ruler would appear before me…
Perhaps my grandfather was right…"
A Memory
He remembered—
Standing near a cliff, overlooking a dense jungle below.
Behind him stood a tall, slightly overweight man in a black robe mixed with red and white.
The man placed a hand on his shoulder and asked:
"Do you believe in the split soul of the Mortal Ruler?"
Blood Lord turned, confused.
"Isn't a split soul just a fragment torn from the original soul…
then nurtured in the Spirit Realm for years until it awakens?"
The man nodded.
"Yes, my grandson… but it is more than that."
He looked ahead as the wind brushed past his face.
"A split soul can be sent into another person's Soul Realm… at the moment of death."
"And sometimes…
your own soul can merge with it."
He sighed.
"But this only happens to those who truly understand the essence of the mortal world…
not mere philosophers."
Blood Lord smiled slightly.
"So it appears… only before someone who understands life itself?"
The old man nodded.
"And the split soul guarded by the Nine Tribe Inheritance…
is waiting for someone like that."
He gazed at the clouds, which strangely formed the shape of a monkey biting into something resembling a human face.
"Perhaps… that person will be you."
Return to the Present
The spirit of the Mortal Ruler trembled, unable to speak.
Blood Lord exhaled slowly.
"So… this is my only way to survive…"
Suddenly—
He activated a technique:
"Vanish Lost Light."
An artifact emerged from his body.
It was a ring-shaped relic, covered in ancient runes depicting death itself.
His chest tore open, blood spilling out.
Yet his expression remained calm.
He thought:
"When a person dies, their soul leaves… along with their Soul Realm.
Their artifacts return to hidden realms."
"But this artifact…"
"It allows me to send my artifacts—and myself—into another soul."
"The price… is everything."
"I will never use this body again."
He laughed weakly.
"Who would want to die as a mere peak expert…
instead of ruling the universe?"
Rebirth
His soul left his body—
And entered a young host.
The youth's body trembled violently.
Then—
His left eye opened.
"I have finally merged… with the Mortal Ruler's power."
The other half of the youth's body resisted at first…
But calmed when Blood Lord spoke:
"Do not fear. From today onward, we are one."
"I understand the true essence of the mortal world."
"We will be… brothers."
700 Years Later
Seven hundred years passed in an instant.
The once-young man now knelt before a Sage Immortal Artist, who had just finished reading a letter.
The Sage smiled coldly.
"Good…"
"Now—let's get to business."