Bread, the City Lord, and the Church

The strange suction came without warning. Even Shen Lin had no time to react.

At that moment, he was like someone thrown into a washing machine, tumbling and spinning nonstop as he was flung back and forth through a dark red passage.

Once he came to his senses, Shen Lin began circulating the spiritual energy within his body, keeping himself steady.

Just as he established a balance with the force outside and stopped drifting with the current, his vision blurred. He was hurled out of the tunnel.

Buzz!

After being thrown out, Shen Lin immediately drew the Taowu Saber. Saber radiance flashed around him as he prepared to attack.

But all around him was perfectly calm. There was nothing unusual.

Come to think of it...

He had not seen the Soul Sovereign or any other members of the Wraith Clan in that tunnel either.

They had clearly been sucked in at nearly the same time. Why had those fellows not appeared together with him?

As he pondered this, Shen Lin raised his head and began surveying his surroundings.

A blood-red sun hung in the sky.

Below was a vast, boundless sea of blood.

Unlike the surface of the Chaos Sea, this sea of blood was utterly calm, like a pool of stagnant water.

There was not even the slightest movement of air.

The entire world seemed to have died. Not a sound stirred.

Shen Lin gazed at everything before him. Then his brows drew together slightly, and he extended his right hand.

He stared at his palm for quite some time before finally confirming one thing.

There was no power of the Dao here.

He tried to rely on the Fire Refining Dao to condense a ball of flame in his palm.

But the surrounding space gave no response from