The Terrifying Bloodstain

Seeing the bloodstain on the bronze door, Ning Wangshu's heart suddenly tightened. "How is this possible!? Who knows how many years this palace has existed—how could a bloodstain still remain on the bronze door?"

His breathing grew ragged. "Could there still be some living creature here? Or... is the bloodstain itself extraordinary, allowing it to endure Endless years without disappearing?"

Ning Wangshu's expression shifted uncertainly.

After hesitating for a long while, he decided to go closer and take a look.

But just as he approached the bronze door, the bloodstain seemed to come alive. It appeared to flow, quietly gleaming with a brilliant, scarlet, demonic light!

A wisp of indescribable baleful energy suddenly burst forth, sweeping toward Ning Wangshu with a chilling, sinister aura...

Locked onto by that wisp of baleful energy, Ning Wangshu felt cold all over. Illusions seemed to swarm before his eyes, revealing a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, like Senluo Purgatory!

Ning Wangshu was horrified. He didn't dare hesitate for even a moment, turning and darting away, intent on leaving...

But even with his cultivation, he couldn't see through the surrounding illusions and couldn't tell which way to go. All he could see were countless bloody hands reaching for him.

Countless bones surged forth as well, swarming toward him in a dense mass...

Ning Wangshu's scalp prickled. He hurriedly activated the Bahuang Zhentianding above his head to protect himself, while bringing out the Wangshu Sword to cut down the bones and bloody hands surging toward him.

He couldn't tell whether the bones and bloody hands were merely illusions or contained lethal intent, so he could only destroy them all.

But the terrifying baleful energy behind him had already transformed into a dreadful blood shadow, which lunged at Ning Wangshu. Its aura alone