Sword Marks (Thanks to Gnashing Teeth Without Baring Them for the Alliance Leader Reward)

The moment he stepped onto land, Mo Hua's Divine Consciousness throbbed with pain.

A field of vivid red appeared before his eyes.

Savage laughter, anguished crying, and despairing howls rang in his ears.

It was as though Karma had reversed and time had flowed backward. Scene after scene of the tragedy that had unfolded in this fishing village centuries ago flashed past and reappeared before Mo Hua's eyes.

This fishing village had been utterly bathed in blood...

In a daze, Mo Hua caught a glimpse of the truth.

Within the Blood Mist, miserable wails rose one after another. Every Fisher Cultivator had been slaughtered, their blood flowing into the earth, soaking the soil, and following the waters and land to pollute the...

A pale-golden deity that presided over the fishing village.

This deity...

Mo Hua expended Divine Consciousness, trying to see the deity's face clearly, but at that very moment, the Blood Mist churned and concealed everything.

The deity's eyes turned blood-red as well, and it revealed killing intent toward Mo Hua, who had dared peer into Karma.

Mo Hua broke out in a cold sweat and abruptly opened his eyes.

The surroundings were gloomy and dim.

The air carried a fishy stench and the rancid odor of long-decayed rot. The mud beneath his feet was a dark crimson.

It seemed as if blood and earth had fused as one, though they had long since dried and lain silent for years.

Other than that, the surroundings were utterly quiet. The Blood Mist was not particularly dense, nor were there any drifting Blood Leeches. It looked somewhat safer than outside the village.

"Young Master Mo, are you all right?" Gu An asked worriedly.

Mo Hua had suddenly gone pale and fainted just now. He seemed to have seen something terrifying, and