Chapter 1067
The next day.
Early morning.
The three split up.
Master Ruzang took the roster and counted the grotto-heavens and blessed lands, while Mister Yu focused on the construction within Mount Luodu and gathering its living beings.
Wu Rong rushed to Blood Mausoleum Cliff with his master.
Two thousand miles was truly nothing within a Sage's million-mile fief, let alone the billions of miles of battlefield controlled by great powers.
In name, the entire Devil Netherland belonged to Wu Rong.
Since Mount Luodu was not far from Blood Mausoleum Cliff, Wu Rong arrived there in flight within moments.
Dressed in a dark crimson Daoist robe, he stood in the air and swept his gaze over Blood Mausoleum Mountain and the blood sea whose waves crashed against the shore.
He casually drew up a stream of seawater and rubbed it between his fingers.
Though it was called a blood sea, it did not carry the slightest bloody smell. There was only a faint red glow, like sinking clouds of sunset haze, glittering all the more beneath the great sun.
Cultivators were mining the mineral vein. It appeared to be a small tribe.
They did not notice the Daoist standing overhead.
Wu Rong shifted his gaze. His eyes were like a divine eagle soaring through the nine heavens, sharp and exposed in all their edge.
Just like the man himself, they gave off a keen and cutting air.
He was the sort of person who looked difficult to get along with at a glance.
No matter how he tried to smile, it remained the same.
"Master, with this, can we connect to other worlds?"
Baleful Intent gathered, and black-red ashes condensed into a towering figure.
Tu Shan Jun turned his palm over and produced a compass.
The compass was brand-new, as