The Throne of Blood slowly stood up straight and turned around to face Qianye.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and cried out, “I’ll fight it out with you!” He shot up like a leaping fish and pounced at Qianye.

Halfway through his charge, the Throne of Blood felt his blood core freeze and his entire body came to a sudden stop. His limbs felt terribly weak, and the weight on his body seemed to have increased tenfold, causing him to fall to the ground.

“You! Impossible…” The Throne of Blood clambered up with great difficulty, gazing at the dark golden blood energy that was burning in Qianye’s hand.

“Medanzo and the rest couldn’t… but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it. You’re quite powerful, but unfortunately, you’re still a vampire.”

The Throne of Blood felt the depths of his blood core trembling. It was in a half-frozen state, and its beating was incredibly sluggish.

He knew that this was a state of apprehension that arose from the depths of his bloodline, reverence in the face of a superior vampire.

This meant that Qianye’s bloodline had suppressed his own all fronts, leaving him with no more power than a viscount. The vampire finally understood that he didn’t even have the qualifications to fight it out with Qianye.

The Throne of Blood eventually calmed down and gazed at the dark golden flame in Qianye’s hand. He said with a complicated expression, “If I remember correctly, you’re much younger than I am.”

“Perhaps.”

“Yet you actually possess such pure sanguine flames. How… envious.” The Throne of Blood sighed.

Qianye smiled indifferently. “I only used it because it makes the suppression of vampires more convenient. I don’t use it that often, otherwise.”

The Throne of Blood let out a long laugh. “This is the mark of a great dark monarch, something that might even take you to the supreme realm. And you’re saying this isn’t your strongest?”

“It isn’t.”

“You can suppress me, but don’t think you can fool me! You’ll be mistaken if I’m that easy to deceive. I’m not so fearful of death like the other long-lived races!”

Qianye said, “Fine, I’ll let you see the first drop of blood from the river.”

“W-What did you say?” The vampire’s voice was trembling. The first drop of blood was the source of all dreams for all the vampires in this world. Yet to this day, no one had ever seen what it looked like.

His instincts told him that Qianye wasn't lying.

Qianye reached out his hand and it seemed like something had appeared there.

The Throne of Blood rubbed his eyes as he tried to look closely, but his vision darkened and he soon lost consciousness.

He slowly regained his senses after god knew how long, his entire body limp and powerless. His blood core was beating very slowly, and cracks had spread across its surface. It was extremely close to shattering. Even a great dark monarch would fall after his blood core was shattered, let alone him.

The Throne of Blood wanted to sit up, but a hand pushed him down.

“Stay still, you’ll injure your blood core if you move. Don’t blame me if you regress to the marquis realm.”

“Let me get up! That was the first drop of blood! I know it, I sensed it.”

Qianye shook his head. “Your blood core almost shattered after coming into contact with its aura. If you really were to behold the blood, you can kiss your eyes goodbye even if you survive. Wait until you’re a great dark monarch if you really want to see it.”

The Throne of Blood stared fixedly at Qianye, saying word by word, “You’re the first drop of blood!”

“You can say that, but that’s not much use if I can’t even beat the second drop of blood.” Qianye smiled gently.

“Wait, let me calm down.” The Throne of Blood lay on his back with his eyes closed. Blood energy flowed faster along his body, entering a state of bloodboil.

Moments later, he opened his eyes and struggled up to his feet. “Your Majesty Qianye, if you have any orders for me, I will carry them out to the best of my abilities. But if you’re here to punish me, know that I will not surrender. Even though I know I’m not a match, I’ll still swing a fist at you if that’s all I can do.”

“You managed to kill your way out of the vampire race, why are you willing to work for me now?”

“You’re the first drop from the River of Blood, the born leader of all vampires. Even the Queen of the Night ranks below you. To work for you is something imprinted into the bloodline of every vampire.”

Qianye said, “How will I know you’re not just trying to curry favor to hide the fact that you fired at Nighteye?”

The Throne of Blood was stunned. “I was forced by the situation, and I didn’t know Her Majesty’s identity. Fortunately, she wasn’t badly injured.”

Qianye nodded. “Give it to me.”

“What?”

“The gun you shot her with.”

The Throne of Blood was a bit hesitant, but he soon fished out a gun wrapped in aged leather from his luggage.

Qianye weighed the gun in his hand. “So this is the Shattered Moment?”

“Yes.”

“Very well, I’ll be leaving now. You go on with your packing. I’ll call you again if anything comes up, I might even need you to move.” Qianye left while waving his hand.

“Are you going to the Queen of the Night?”

“Why not?” Qianye thus disappeared.

The Throne of Blood opened his mouth but no words came out. Only when Qianye’s figure had vanished did he whisper, “I wanted to ask him if he could bring me along… ah never mind, I won’t be much help anyway. I think I’ll be unconscious as soon as the battle begins.”

He returned to his suitcase and rubbed his hands. “Okay, let’s continue.”

After packing a couple sets of clothing, he recalled something. “His Majesty had no intention of killing me, so why would he ask me to pack?”

While traveling through the void, Qianye tossed away the Shattered Moment’s cover and weighed the Grand Magnum in his hand. A mass of light soon appeared on his palm and engulfed the weapon entirely. Soon, a pair of luminous wings appeared on the Shattered Moment. After a while, the wings grew bigger, while the glow of the Shattered Moment grew dimmer.

Qianye put away the Grand Mangum and watched the Wings of Inception unfurl on his fingertips. He could clearly see his face on the radiant wings, and soon, one familiar face after another appeared beside his.

Zhao Jundu, Zhao Ruoxi, Ji Tianqing, Li Kuanglan, Zhao Yuying, Wei Potian, and more faces popped up. It wasn’t just humans—there was Anwen, the Azure King, and a number of other experts who had submitted to him.

Qianye put away the Wings of Inception and the faces disappeared.

If he had to bring things to a conclusion, he would need to cut off ties with all of these people. Then again, there wasn’t really a need for that, was there? It wouldn’t make much of a difference.

Qianye gazed into the depths of the void in search of the Sacred Mountain. He narrowed his eyes after a brief scan, feeling a bit of discomfort as he glanced at the starry skies.

Frowning, he wondered if he should see Anwen regarding this. This demonkin genius was extremely sensitive to changes in the stars, unlike Qianye who couldn’t figure out anything about the celestial bodies despite his powerful chaos origin power.