Scarlet was the color of heaven and earth.
The Blood Tree was the backdrop of this world.
Amid a sea of corpses and blood, mountains of bodies rose high enough to swallow a person to the waist. At the distant end, seven phantom Blood Trees stretched all the way to the heavens.
From the branches of the Blood Trees hung one shriveled corpse after another, horrifying and bizarre.
This was the Blood Realm, one of Void Island's Nine Great Perilous Lands.
Now, within the Blood Realm, the Nine Heavens' Saint Tribulation thundered and roared, reaching its final stage.
Rao Yaoyao, Xuancang Divine Sword in hand, gazed into the distance at the golden-masked man beneath the Saint Tribulation, no longer daring to approach.
She could chase after someone and hack at them during the early stages of the Saint Tribulation, but Huangquan's Triple Saint Tribulation had already entered its climax.
Going in now would gain her no advantage.
Moreover, a perilous land like the Blood Realm could affect one's mind and will. Though Rao Yaoyao, who specialized in Emotion Sword Art, appeared unafraid of it—
Should anything truly go wrong here... the damage would be magnified to the utmost.
She might be trapped forever in the predicament of mortal dust, becoming nothing more than a dry skeleton hanging from a Blood Tree.
Of course, none of that was the key reason stopping Rao Yaoyao from cutting him down.
The most important thing was the two sounds that had rung out earlier.
"First came the sword cry marking sainthood, then Number Two's plea for help."
"And now, Elder Yan's Saint Voice in response..."
Holding her sword in her right hand and an arm in her left, Rao Yaoyao turned back. With one glance, she saw through the Blood Realm's illusion and glimpsed