"Did you think it'd be that easy to escape?"
Deep in the mountains, Li Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. The power of his will poured into the Blood Brand longblade like a river of molten gold.
Without the birth of willpower, perhaps no one could have understood the Blood Brand's mysteries.
But after willpower came into being, the Blood Brand, seemingly the world's fifth Divine Artifact, gradually had its veil of mystery lifted by Li Zhiyi.
The one who wielded the Blood Brand would keep killing until a tangible killing intent took shape. That killing intent was both nourishment for the Blood Brand and a whetstone.
Then, at a certain moment, the Blood Brand would emerge. The one who wielded it would also be continually influenced by it, until they eventually became a Blood Beast—the final and purest portion of nourishment before the Blood Brand's emergence.
"I haven't seen a Divine Artifact at all. This is clearly a demonic blade."
Li Zhiyi spoke in a frigid voice.
If his will hadn't been powerful, an ordinary person like Ji Tianhe would have been completely controlled by the Blood Brand before long, without even realizing it.
Just as Li Zhiyi's voice fell—
"Impudent!"
A hoarse, thunderous voice filled with fury exploded inside Li Zhiyi's consciousness.
Li Zhiyi's body trembled. The voice had come from within the Blood Brand.
At that very moment—
Li Zhiyi's consciousness suddenly arrived in another world.
Blood-red!
The entire world was drenched in blood.
The land and sky were spattered with congealed dark red; broken walls were soaked in sticky blood.
A middle-aged man stood at the center, his blood-red robes rippling with blood runes that seemed alive. Bloodfire burned in his eyes, and every breath he took twisted with killing intent that smelled of rust.
When his eyes