Jagged rocks crashed down like meteors, blood splashed in every direction, and raging waves surged into the sky. The crimson wall rose like a rainstorm, every drop carrying searing heat and savage force.
The bloodwater looked cold, but only upon experiencing it firsthand did one realize it was a heat too unbearable to endure and too overwhelming to resist.
The moment Xiang Yuan plunged in headfirst, molten heat washed over his limbs and bones. Pain twisted his face, and he opened his mouth in a cry—allowing even more bloodwater to pour into his body.
The viscous bloodwater instantly wrapped around his entire body, as if it would scorch his skin, melt his sinews and bones, corrode every inch of flesh until nothing remained—not even a single strand of hair—melting it all into the bloodwater.
The excruciating pain nearly swallowed his consciousness whole.
I can't do this anymore. Steady, come take over!
I can't either. Cold Blood, it's up to you!
Even Cold Blood's mind could barely withstand such intense agony. Through the haze, Xiang Yuan heard boundless roars—like curses, like furious maledictions—coming from ancient times and crossing countless ages to reach the present.
His Primordial Spirit instantly found it difficult to remain lucid. His limbs gradually lost all strength, and he sank downward just like that.
In his stupor, Xiang Yuan felt slightly less of the pain of his body melting away. Yet amid those scorching waves of blood, every inch of his skin suffered extreme torment. His epidermis melted away, exposing the flesh beneath; then the flesh was scoured by the bloodwater, losing its elasticity and resilience before breaking apart into chunks of rotten meat.
Before long, a fresh skeleton would come piping hot out of the oven.
Just as Xiang Yuan was helpless and ready to settle into