The Valley's End

A scarlet glow of blood fell from the clouds like a meteor, one after another, illuminating the shrines carved into the valley walls.

No one noticed that the stone walls were also stained with freshly spilled blood.

Only when more and more crimson lights gathered together, completely dispelling the darkness in the abyss, did everyone finally see what lay below.

The abyss was only seven or eight meters wide, like a sacred path leading to an emperor's tomb. Beautifully carved shrines stood on either side, and in front of them stood numerous human-shaped statues.

The statues were frozen in various poses, but it was easy to tell that they were all fleeing. Terror and fear were etched on every face.

Some of the statues had already crumbled, their forms incomplete, yet their lifelike poses still inspired a profound sense of despair.

Xiao Ran and Shao Hongzhang climbed down from above with the others.

Shao Hongzhang's entire body had turned black. His demonized left hand, now like a massive net, dragged the Tiger Demon down bit by bit.

As everyone reached the ground, Xiao Ran studied the valley in front of them. Suddenly, his expression shifted.

"Doesn't this place seem familiar?" he asked Shao Hongzhang.

Shao Hongzhang turned and carefully studied his surroundings. A familiar scene came to mind.

The bustling streets in his memory overlapped with the valley before him, and he cried out in shock, "This is Vermilion Bird Street!"

There was no mistaking it. He had walked this road for more than twenty years. He knew these streets by heart.

The shrines on either side seemed just like the shops that had once thrived here, while the statues before them resembled living passersby.

But after only a moment's distraction, he came back to himself and saw that the