Coming Right to the Door

Limò swiftly left the temple ruins, weaving through the eerie land shrouded in black and gray as he searched for a blood-red river.

The moment he had dragged Li Qingyun into the Black and Gray World, Limò had seen the environment where his opponent stood—a vast and desolate Blood River.

The real world was simply too vast, as boundless and immense as the great thousandfold reality.

Only, there were no so-called hundreds or thousands of continental regions here, much less the Time Ruin Mother River.

Everything lay hidden beneath layer upon layer of black-gray shadows, requiring constant exploration ever deeper within.

In the darkness, vague covetous gazes and chewing sounds that seemed both near and far made Saint Venerable Limò's skin crawl.

Though he was the master of a continent, once he entered the real land, Limò felt that he had become "prey" in the eyes of the corrupted.

"It's here..."

Fortunately, he soon found that blood-red river.

Unable to find anything by searching the river, he refused to give up and carefully followed the bank, probing toward deeper layers of reality.

Along the way, a corrupted one suddenly charged out, and the two engaged in a chaotic battle.

The corrupted one fled, but Limò did not fare well either. He had suffered injuries, especially where the corrupted one had bitten his Primordial Spirit body; strands of ominous black qi seeped in.

Limò had no choice but to expend the foundations of his cultivation to disperse the black qi and guard against mishap.

Having encountered merely two frenzied, deathless corrupted ones in succession, Saint Venerable Limò was already beginning to think of retreat.

He was afraid—and his heart ached over the loss.

After two brutally savage battles without the slightest flourish, he felt as though a thousand years of cultivation