Deity

Zhao Xuan felt suspicious. Then his gaze suddenly sharpened. Something was wrong—there was definitely a problem.

He suddenly looked at the sea of blood beneath his feet. This sea of blood existed because of her. If she was dead, why was it still here?

He extended his Divine Sense toward the sea of blood, but it was blocked at the surface. A look of horror immediately appeared on Zhao Xuan's face.

"Is this... Divine Sense?!"

Zhao Xuan could not help crying out. He stared fixedly at the sea of blood. During his probe just now, what had blocked his Divine Sense was not Spiritual Power, but Divine Sense!

How was that possible?! Turbulent waves rose in his heart. Was there actually someone else in this world who possessed Divine Sense? Who was he? Could he also be a visitor from Earth?!

One had to know that even the Wisdom Tree, a Spirit Beast specializing in spiritual abilities with two hundred thousand years of cultivation, had failed to elevate its Spiritual Power into Divine Sense!

"Wait..."

A possibility suddenly occurred to him—something he had just speculated about.

At that moment, the sea of blood suddenly churned. A massive vortex slowly emerged at its center, while a streak of blood-gold light spread out from within.

Zhao Xuan's attention was instantly drawn to it. He stared closely as a slender figure emerged from the vortex.

The instant that figure appeared, a blood-gold Soul Ring wrapped around him. His body was transparent and red, as though it had been formed from clear blood. He wore a high collar and a flowing trench coat, with drops of blood falling from its hem.

Though he looked somewhat distorted, Zhao Xuan still recognized him at once. He was almost identical to the statue enshrined in the church's