I Became the Progenitor Vampire

Chapter 426: Chapter 428: The Arrival of Old Days, New Players Enter Glory

In the year 3526 of the Era of Glory, January 1st, on the coldest day of Frost Month, snow covered the earth.

And in the early morning hours, a blood-red crescent moon rose into the sky, its brilliance impossible for even the storm to obscure.

It was as if that moon, hanging over everyone’s head, inaugurated a day that would be recorded in the annals of Glory.

The Ancient Era had arrived.

Before today, before the rise of the blood moon, nobody knew exactly what the Ancient Era entailed; but after the moon rose and the snow covered the land, the residents of the main Plane of Glory experienced for the first time the terror of being dominated by the Ancient Era.

Endless whispers from exotic realm city-states, similar to demonic roars emitting from the deepest abyss, echoed in everyone’s ears—strange, evil, twisted languages.

Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Fishmen, Beastmen, Centaurs…

All intelligent races spent the whole night in the Plane, engulfed by the relentless, evil whispers, and almost seemed to witness a creature with an octopus body and deformed human features breaking into their souls.

Spreading unabated fear, broadcasting that unique—aura of the Ancient Era.

And those deep, low whispers from the abyss continued until nine o’clock the next morning; but the moment those evil whispers ceased, something even more terrifying made most people forget the torturous whispers of the last night.

For the sky of the main Plane of Glory had shattered, yes, shattered.

Just as literally described, with a crisp cracking sound, the entire sky broke apart.

Covered by thick dark clouds, indescribable fissures appeared as if a mirror had been shattered and then haphazardly glued back together.

Then more terrifying was that from those cracks in the sky, surged an aura of the Ancient Era, more horrifying than the abyss itself.

The Ancient Era, representing decay, eternal silence, and destruction.

The utmost evil in the world was corrupting everything, a scene more terrifying than any collision between the bottomless abyss and the main Plane.

A pale gray aura of the Ancient Era poured in from the cracks in the sky, like water seeping from a torn quilt.

It was the darkness preserved from ancient times, enough to make even the most resolute warriors tremble with great horror.

The sky had split.

No one could describe the shock of the residents of the main Plane of Glory; their hearts enveloped by fear, their eyes swallowed by panic.

At this moment, countless believers rushed into churches to pray to their gods, the deities they were loyal to, hoping these grand beings would save the people.

But something even more astonishing happened.

All believers suddenly could not feel the presence of the divine; their gods, whom they had worshipped day and night, prayed to, adored, and yearned for, had vanished.

It was as if these gods had never existed in this world.

Thunderstruck, countless believers felt as if the sky was collapsing at that very moment.

They knelt down, their heads touching the ground, hoping their devotion might reconnect them with their faith, to prove their piety to the divine, to seek safety amidst immense fear.

But still, it was all in vain; the once faint connection each believer felt in their hearts was now completely severed.

Their gods could no longer be sensed.

Panic began to spread uncontrollably.