Fang Mo found himself within a boundless river of blood.
The crimson river churned and roared, its turbid waves surging to the heavens. The stench of blood and savage aura crashed straight into his Primordial Spirit. Billions upon billions of shattered souls drifted and sank within the waters, their shrill howls unceasing, while every drop of blood contained the power of a killing tribulation that scorched the heart and corroded the bones.
Merely remaining within this river of blood meant being eroded, dragged down, and devoured by its power. He was like a small boat floating upon the blood river, weathering the impact of its force.
No, those were not blood waves. They were blades.
Some Blade Light resembled fatal tribulation radiance, shattering the Primordial Spirit and extinguishing life with a single slash.
Some blade momentum stretched across heaven and earth. With one cleave, the blood river surged, burying and annihilating all living beings.
Some blade marks were incomparably sharp, made solely to sever the foundations of the Great Dao. Wherever they passed, laws crumbled and Dao rhymes vanished.
There were even blades that fused the Dao of Killing, the Dao of Blood, and the Dao of Devouring into one. When such a blade descended, all things fell silent. Even true spirits were thoroughly shredded and devoured, leaving not the slightest chance for reincarnation.
Fang Mo sat motionless, allowing the violent, savage, resolute Tribulation Slaying Blade Intent to scour his Dao heart and Primordial Spirit.
The stronger the killing intent, the quieter his state of mind became. The fiercer the bloody radiance, the colder his gaze grew.
The blade skill became ever clearer before his eyes, continuously dismantled and reassembled. The true meaning of the Dao of Killing, the origin of the Dao of Blood, and the law of devouring