The Supernatural Center World Section from seventeen epochs ago had grown ever stranger, and ever more dangerous. At first, Heavenly Bone bonfires and blood lanterns had served as guides; now, Primordial Spirit Sacred Artifacts marked the way!
This was a road leading into dark, unknown depths.
Wang Xuan's expression turned solemn. Having reached this place, he stood on full alert and dared not be careless in the slightest as he approached the "spider plant" with utmost gravity.
No wonder this Primordial Spirit Sacred Artifact had withered. Its main root had been severed, the cross-section smooth and even, cut by a sharp weapon. Only a few fine roots remained anchored in the void.
It stood over a person's height tall, and even now, remnants of Dao charm lingered upon it.
Whether its roots or leaves, even yellowed and withered, they retained a faint metallic sheen and traces of sharpness. One could imagine how extraordinary this sacred artifact must have been in its prime.
Most crucially, Wang Xuan found a pool of bloodstains, some smeared over the sacred artifact and some spilled farther away.
He searched carefully and found faint bloodstains leading toward the distant depths of darkness.
Wang Xuan was moved. The sacred artifact was stained with blood—was a trail of blood connected to something far away?
He cautiously advanced for a distance and used his Spiritual Heavenly Eye to look ahead. He found that the entire region before him had collapsed. Apart from lingering bloodstains, it was as though something had swallowed this place whole in one bite, leaving behind shattered void.
"Whose blood is this? The sacred artifact's owner's blood, or the blood of that unknown creature that severed its roots?" Wang Xuan stood there and watched for a long time.
There were no clues. The trail ended here,