"This is bad!"
Gu Chen and Zhao Mu watched the situation unfold before them, yet neither dared to act for the moment. The writhing grass beneath their feet and the strangely shifting shadows both meant that Yu Ming had locked onto them. The pressure Yu Ming brought surpassed anyone Zhao Mu had ever encountered.
Inside the crimson Soul Stone within Gu Chen's body, the Original Blood Ancestor was soaking in a bathtub filled with blood in a room drenched in blood. With his arms resting along the sides of the tub, he had his eyes closed as he enjoyed his daily bath, his face covered by a mask made from the blood of newborns' umbilical cords.
In the steam-filled bathroom, a blade of grass unexpectedly sprouted from a corner. At the same time, the old man's shadow, cast by the lights, shifted slightly by several centimeters.
Though it was only a tiny blade of grass, it rapidly budded and produced a chaotic gray flower. This change made the long-haired elder abruptly open his eyes. His entire right arm was stained in blood as he ripped the grass out by its roots.
This was no ordinary room. The room where the Original Blood Ancestor resided had been created through consciousness. To reach this place, one had to pass through three defensive mechanisms. First, one needed to invade Gu Chen's body. Second, one needed to pierce through the restrictions of the Soul Stone. Then, one needed a will stronger than Gu Chen's to forcefully infiltrate this place.
"To infiltrate this place while Gu Chen remains unharmed, the other party must have invaded directly through powerful willpower. Could that brat Gu Chen have encountered No-Face already? But what is this grass about? As far as I remember, none of No-Face's incarnations had anything