I hadn't expected that even in the Upper Realm, orthodox lineages still existed. It had indeed confirmed my earlier suspicions: true gods still existed in this world. Otherwise, where would the power to communicate with Heaven and Earth come from? How could anyone speak of borrowing that power to defy the heavens?
Long Xuantian's sword rose and fell, as though cleaving open the gates of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. When the sword came down, Grandma's figure was inevitably split in two!
However, the power of this Yellow Springs Killing Path was simply too immense. With a thunderous boom, it blasted apart the entire barrier sealing the realm within. The mountains ahead were flattened. The three ghosts had already reached the peak of the Nine Yang Realm and were almost at the Ten Directions Realm. After the power of the Ghost Path contained within them fused and surged outward, its might was naturally earth-shaking. When Long Xuantian's treasured sword fell, Grandma's entire body vanished as well!
Everything before me quickly disappeared, and I found myself submerged in a vast sea of blood!
The dog emperor's aura vanished, and Grandma's aura also flashed away in an instant. I was deep within a field of red, and couldn't help shouting in alarm, "Wife!"
After all, I had suddenly entered such a space. I must have been enveloped by something. Otherwise, beneath this tremendous catastrophe, I would surely have perished already.
Just as I was bewildered, a fragrance drifted into the tip of my nose. I drew a deep breath, only to feel the red cloud move.
"Don't inhale, and don't shout either." My wife's voice carried a hint of displeasure. As her words fell, I had already appeared on another stretch of flat ground. By then, my wife had become a young