The Truth

The Truth

The blood-colored stream babbled onward into the distance, its end nowhere in sight.

What flowed within it—monster blood, or human blood—was impossible to tell.

The pebbles along the bank had been soaked in blood year-round, crusted with a layer of dried plasma that gave them an eerie blackish-red hue.

Monster beast bones lay scattered around as well, marked with bite traces, as though they had been "gnawed" by someone—or by something unknown.

These bones had been tossed along both banks, piled together like a beach of white bones.

Mo Hua and Xun Ziyou both wore grave expressions.

So many monster bones meant an enormous number of monster beasts had died here.

Likewise, it meant that the Demon Cultivators hiding here were likely no small number either.

At the same time, a question rose in both their minds.

Where had these Demon Cultivators come from?

Mo Hua glanced at the deeply frowning Xun Ziyou and asked quietly, "Elder Xun, have you seen this White Bone Land before?"

Xun Ziyou pondered for a moment. Though he did not wish to admit it, he had no choice but to sigh. "I've been on duty at Monster Refining Mountain for twenty or thirty years, but I've never seen this sight of a Blood Creek and white bones before..."

"I've never seen Demon Cultivators either," Xun Ziyou added.

After thinking for a while, Mo Hua asked, "Elder Xun, can outsiders really not enter Monster Refining Mountain?"

Xun Ziyou's expression turned solemn. "Monster Refining Mountain is sealed by arrays on all sides. Other than sect disciples and a handful of elders on duty, no other cultivator could possibly enter Monster Refining Mountain..."

At this point, Xun Ziyou suddenly froze. Understanding what Mo Hua meant, his eyes trembled slightly. "You mean... these Demon Cultivators were