Blood Sea.
A man named Gu Qingshan had just returned to the raft, when he suddenly looked up at the sky.
A streak of flame shot through the sky and transformed into a talisman as it fell.
Gu Qingshan caught the talisman.
Immediately, a voice came from the talisman:
"We've waited too long, the era and history are still firmly in the grasp of human civilization, making all mysterious evil objects restless."
"For the ritual to proceed smoothly—"
"They are coming."
The voice faded.
Within the clouds above the Blood Sea, massive shadows suddenly appeared, shrouding all the Void.
The sky grew dark.
The great battle was imminent!
"Young master, I'm worried…"
A worried female voice sounded from behind.
Gu Qingshan also sighed, looked up at the endless evil objects, and said with slight nervousness,
"You're right to worry."
"Counting the days, today is the final of the Grand Cooking Competition."
