"What about the tomb?"
When he arrived at the tomb's location, the Blood Demon was dumbfounded. Where had such a huge tomb gone?
Looking around, he saw only faint ripples lingering here. An unknown aura hovered in the air, while an unfathomable power fluctuated.
He could not see through anything here, despite his strength.
Although this body's strength was only at the Refining Spirit Realm, he was not the body's original spirit soul. Rather, to scheme for all this, his true self had split off a blood soul.
This blood soul's knowledge was identical to that of his true self.
Yet even with all his strength, he could not determine what kind of power the fluctuations around the tomb contained. They had already exceeded the bounds of his understanding.
All of this left the Blood Demon utterly shocked.
Great Wasteland!
At that moment, the name Great Wasteland World rang out in his mind once more, forcing him to suspect again that he had descended into an unfamiliar world.
What he could not understand was that this body was clearly Xue Lingzi's—the body he had once schemed over and nurtured. Xue Lingzi was in the Taicang World; there could be no mistake about that.
"Just as I expected!"
The Herb Gatherer also arrived beside him and spoke with a sigh.
The Blood Demon looked at him in confusion.
The Herb Gatherer gazed toward where the tomb had been, shook his head, and sighed. "Young man, you truly don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You actually secluded yourself here. No wonder you suffered cultivation deviation, your consciousness became muddled, and you started babbling nonsense."
"Is there something special about this place?"
After realizing that he might have come to an unfamiliar world, the Blood Demon's tone unconsciously became more respectful.