"Blood carpeted the earth..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
Through the simple records in the Sea of Consciousness, he could already see that blood-drenched battlefield.
Countless maids seeking the Dao fought and died upon it.
Yes, this was the only thing that comforted him and kept him from feeling too burdened by guilt.
After reaching the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, they had voluntarily left Tushan Immortal City to pursue their own Golden Core Great Dao.
These had all been their own choices.
If they wanted peace and comfort, they could have remained in Tushan Immortal City, taking part in maintaining public order, collecting taxes, and such matters.
There was a considerable chance that they could peacefully live out their lives.
No matter how chaotic the outside world became or how unpredictable the situation was, it would not lack two hundred years of peace for a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
Take the three Demon Race maids, for example.
They possessed Earth-grade Bloodlines and could naturally advance to the Golden Core Realm. No one had forced them to go to the battlefield during the Foundation Establishment Realm. Everything had been their own choice.
Likewise, if Yubai and the others wanted to reach Nascent Soul after forming their Golden Cores, they would also have to walk this road.
Only by surviving could they possibly advance. Otherwise, they would have no hope of Nascent Soul for the rest of their lives.
This was the destiny of Sword Dao soldiers.
He continued watching.
Jiang Ding's gaze fell upon a young girl's Spirit Imprint. His viewpoint kept descending, descending, passing through layers upon layers of Cloud Layers and through the barriers of one formation after another.
He arrived at a battlefield thick with Killing Intent, its military aura soaring into the heavens and its bloody stench lingering