Just as that Blood Sarira transformed into tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of Blood God Spawns within Luo Bei's body, Luo Bei himself seemed no longer to be standing within the Cloud-Mist Hall atop the Golden Summit, but within a strange world.
The entire world was divided from top to bottom into two planes.
The lower plane, connected to the ground, was an endless ancient battlefield of Gods and Devils. Radiant lights, streaming flames, and demonic smoke filled every corner. In the air, among mountain ranges, and within river valleys, countless cultivators, demons, and gods fought and slaughtered one another without cease.
Those within this plane saw only an endless battlefield, only countless densely packed cultivators, like ants.
The upper plane, however, held countless graceful celestial maidens clad in gauze. Exotic flowers and rare grasses grew everywhere, alongside jade springs and pools of wine, presenting a peaceful immortal realm.
At this moment, Luo Bei stood within the lower plane, one of those countless densely packed cultivators like ants, one member among them, engaged in an endless war.
Even time within this world seemed different from that of the original world. Luo Bei had clearly stood upon this battlefield for only a moment, yet it felt as though hundreds or thousands of years had already passed. And this war seemed as if it could not be finished even after ten thousand years, filling everyone within it with a profound weariness.
Even stranger, although Luo Bei was one of the densely packed cultivators upon this boundless battlefield, he could still see with perfect clarity the two planes that seemed to cleave the entire world in half.
Cultivators whose bodies and minds had been exhausted by thousands, tens of thousands of years of warfare would naturally yearn for a tranquil, peaceful immortal