Dead or Alive?

Dead or Alive?

Golden blood flowed down the steep black rock wall, suffused with sacred radiance. The Divine Power remaining in the blood was not particularly strong, and a faint scent of blood drifted into Chen Yun's nose. Through the golden radiance, he could make out a blurry figure sitting cross-legged, standing there in silence. An imposing aura of majesty and ruin flickered in and out, as if a sleeping deity stood there.

The God of Darkness's cavern was deep and dark. The Styx River thundered as it plunged downward, its riverbed rising and falling with the steep terrain. The deathly silence and grand roar existed side by side, appearing utterly incongruous. Above, a mysterious, hazy figure sat cross-legged in silence, sending chills down one's spine.

"Pure golden blood! Could it be that this golden blood flowed from his body?"

Chen Yun swallowed hard, secretly horrified. Unable to stop himself, he began to speculate. For a person to suddenly appear in a place like the Underworld Mountain cavern, accompanied by such a large pool of golden blood, was simply too bizarre.

Although he could not see clearly through the golden radiance, Chen Yun was certain that it was a person with his back to him. The figure was thin and utterly lifeless, remaining motionless like a statue. It made Chen Yun's heart pound. Is this person alive? Such pure golden blood—just how powerful was this person? He was probably at least a supreme existence of the Nirvana Realm. Merely seeing his back gave Chen Yun a peculiar pressure. It was a suppression originating from the soul, the manifestation of an immense disparity in strength.

For a moment, Chen Yun hesitated, unsure whether he should continue climbing. From the blurry figure's cross-legged posture, it was not difficult to tell that there