My name is Blood Moon.

It’s true, this really is my name. Why do you say that someone else has the same name as me?

Well, the reason behind this is actually quite simple. It is because the cultivation method I practice is called Blood Moon. And, all those who practice the Blood Moon cultivation method will change their name to Blood Moon. Don’t ask me the specific reason why, because I don’t know either.

But let’s get over the small talk and get to the point.

Because I have slept for such a long time, I don’t remember the specific time period, but it should have been many years ago. At that time, in order to make a breakthrough in my cultivation, I slaughtered a small world and took their blood essence to temper my body.

This should have been an ordinary and simple matter. As a being who managed to step beyond the world barrier and enter the Great Desolate, all other creatures who were trapped behind the world barrier, no matter what race they were, were just slaves reared in a pen.

But what a pity, this philosophical and practical theory hadn’t circulated through the entire Great Desolate. As a result, I provoked tremendous trouble for myself. Two lunatic women, without any regrets at all, went all-out to kill me. Their backgrounds were formidable and they didn’t fear the Blood Moon...