What substance was saint's blood?
Heavier than a thousand jun.
The blood mist turned to rain and scattered downward, staining the earth red.
Great Saint Tie Yu, fallen in a pool of blood, struggled to rise. He circulated his profound art, attempting to use mana and vital blood to reconstruct the half of his body that had been crushed.
Yet he discovered in terror that his recovery ability, once as formidable as befitted a saint, had seemingly been stripped away, slowing to a snail's crawl.
His eyes brimmed with fear as he stared at the red-haired figure in the sky.
Both were Return to Truth cultivators.
Yet that man was like a newborn demon god.
His Undying Eyes looked down upon all beneath them, and supreme spiritual inspiration blossomed forth.
"How could there be such a heaven-defying treasure?!" Great Saint Tie Yu nearly cried out.
In his eyes, the figure standing in midair was neither human nor cultivator, but a saint weapon—an unparalleled saint weapon that would not rot even through the passage of ages, enough to serve as a sect's foundation treasure.
Tie Yu circulated his transformation profound art, slowly driving away the gray aura clinging to his body.
The profound aura seemed to have sealed his body, feeding on his mana, flesh, and vital blood. Even a renowned Great Saint like him could not help but stare in astonishment.
No wonder Gusu Cuiguang had struck at such a critical moment.
Anyone who saw such a profound treasure would likely be unable to resist making a move.
A pallid hand.
A pitch-black staff.
Purple-black horns pointed diagonally toward the azure sky.
The divine weapon struck heaven itself, directly questioning the palanquin.
Tu Shan Jun gripped the divine weapon tightly.
His Undying Eyes revolved like a starry sky, blooming with