A gaze from the horizon faded away.
The blood shadow let out a slow breath of relief.
In the void, Lin Changqing was clutched tightly in a blood-red hand. He unleashed his Divine Demon Body, activated the All Characters Secret to its fullest, and used the Movement Secret and Divine Demon Wings with all his might, but it was no use!
He had even tried using the Battle Character Secret to copy divine abilities, but that had been useless too!
Lin Changqing was on the verge of despair. He had actually been captured by a mighty being like Ancestor Minghe!
Master, were you taking a nap or something? Your favorite disciple's been kidnapped! How come you're not reacting at all?
Lin Changqing was at a loss for tears. Meanwhile, above the East Sea, Tongtian was reclining on the Dao Platform inside Biyou Palace.
"This kid's had things go his way for long enough. It's time he suffered a little."
"Besides... Changqing, oh, Changqing, can you create a Dao again?"
Tongtian's eyes shone brilliantly, though he couldn't hide the faintest glimmer of hope.
At the northernmost reaches, where the filth of heaven and earth gathered, the clouds were blood-red, glinting with a dark sheen. The foulness was unbearably reeking!
The mountains and rivers here were withered. Remnants of souls wandered among them, constantly swept away by crimson light.
The living creatures here were incomplete. Some wandered through the wilderness with half their bodies withered, while others were bloodstained severed limbs that kept writhing, leaving a trail of blood that stretched for a million li!
Some were withered souls wailing in grief; others, fractured spirits crying out in sorrow.
Even the trees in the wilderness were stained with blood, with countless corpses hanging from their branches.
These trees had become demons by