The earth was a scene of utter devastation; mountains had collapsed, great rivers had run dry.
The ancestral grounds of the Magic Leaf Family, which had endured in the Magic Vine Minor Realm for who knew how long, had met their destruction. Every clansman was dead, leaving corpses and Blood Mist strewn across the ground, along with all manner of massive heavy body-cultivator weapons that clanged down and smashed deep pits into the earth.
Countless blood flowers and countless clouds of Blood Mist bloomed from the corpses between heaven and earth.
These flowers were crimson throughout, with twelve petals, borne upon lotus pedestals like blood jade as they flew into the sky.
Blood Lotus Flowers...
The thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's heart, then vanished.
The blood flowers born from the corpses of the Magic Leaf Family's powerful cultivators flew in from every direction, dancing around the Blood Robe Daoist like adorable little sprites.
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword, revealing a blade body like blood jade.
The blood flowers circling the Blood Robe Daoist let out crisp, joyous cries like the ringing of swords. They leaped toward him, scrambling to fly into the blood sword as though they had found their homeland.
The first blood flower fell, leaving behind a pattern upon the blade.
The second, the third, the fourth...
Each blood flower transformed from a life was qualified to leave a blood mark on the blood sword.
Blood flowers like a sea of blossoms surged in from all directions, endlessly and without cease. In the end, everything disappeared, leaving only that blood sword, increasingly scarlet and lively.
Body cultivators have abundant vital essence and blood—excellent Sword Refining Materials...
The treasure of Blood Path Cultivators.
Jiang Ding thought.
He stared at the blood sword in his hand. Countless fine blood