Every cultivator in the Nine-Yang Realm came after me. Without a word, Zhao Qian activated the Vast-Heaven Compass and transferred me to another place.
Ice glaciers and heavy snow filled my view. The entire world seemed covered by a white quilt. I could faintly feel the cold seeping into my body, while an invisible distance had opened between me and those Nine-Yang Realm cultivators. My heart temporarily settled, but Zhao Qian's beautiful eyes were grave. It seemed that what came next would be something beyond imagination.
After resting for a while, Zhao Qian used the compass again. This time, however, I arrived in a blood-red land.
The surroundings were covered in pitted, freezing ice. The glaciers were deep and cold, yet pale-red liquid flowed through the ravines. My heart jolted, and Zhao Qian immediately pulled me over, pointing at the thing that looked like a river of blood. "Brother Tian, look below!"
My heart tightened. I gathered my Qi and focused my vision through the river. When I saw that it was filled with incomplete corpses, I couldn't help sucking in a cold breath.
They were all the corpses of children. Some were missing their heads, while others had had their hands and feet hacked off. Some wore the clothing of South Polar Immortal Island, while others were dressed in tattered garments. These children had not been particularly old—some were seven, and the oldest were no more than twelve or thirteen. There were both boys and girls. Judging from their wounds, however, they did not seem to have been inflicted by especially powerful attacks. Most were wounds caused by cultivators in the Dao Entry or Dao Comprehension stages. I looked in the direction the river flowed and was startled again. "Upstream?"
Zhao Qian immediately nodded. "Yes. Fellow Daoist Hu Zhengfeng