Between them and the exit lay a blood-red sea. The plasma had gathered here into a small lake, blocking their path. Bubbles churned within it. For a thousand meters, there were no further attacks from any living creatures, yet the most powerful evil aura contained here was so dense it seemed almost tangible.
"Let's go, Man Yao," Qian Xunji said.
Qian Xunji saw things clearly. Where there was light, darkness would exist as well. The City of Slaughter had its own reason for existing. As a natural place capable of imprisoning criminals, it had no direct conflict with Spirit Hall, so there was naturally no reason to destroy it.
"Mm."
Man Yao clasped Qian Xunji tightly with both hands and nodded. At the same instant, the two of them shot into the white curtain of light.
Everything around them seemed to be changing, eventually turning into snow-white nothingness. In that vast white world, they could not muster even a shred of strength. The only sensation was cold.
It was as if countless icy chills were being released inside their bodies. Within that white void, the two endured unbearable pain.
The cold that should not have existed still emerged. It was not a true change in temperature, but the chill brought by killing intent. The purest Killing Aura rapidly invaded their bodies, making them shudder with every incursion. As that cold gradually froze their hearts, their senses began to quietly fade along with their consciousness.
No one knew how much time had passed. When Qian Xunji awoke, the crimson morning sun was shining through the gap between two overlapping mountain ranges.
Qian Xunji lay in a patch of Blue Silver Grass, holding Man Yao's hand. The fragrance of her hair mingled with the distinctive fresh scent of the Blue Silver Grass,