The mainland was ablaze with smoke and blood-red slaughter. At every moment, tens of millions of living beings were being consigned to the Yellow Springs.
It was a far bloodier scene than the battle in Chengtian Domain that Shi Lan had once endured. Most of all, it was a one-sided massacre. The Samsara Hall had no need to take prisoners.
Those who had come from beyond the realm with the Samsara Hall were not all reincarnators. Most were followers or attendants of powerful figures, and few could pinpoint Shi Lan's location.
Once she realized that, Shi Lan grew bolder. She began taking the initiative, ambushing and killing the Samsara Hall's armies.
The power of the Extreme Dao Talisman Seal continued to unfurl, and Shi Lan's Primordial Spirit power swelled at an almost visibly rapid pace with every passing moment.
Shi Lan traveled far and wide, crossing the mainland. The people who came to hunt her grew stronger and stronger. Every one of them was a dominant figure among the seventh rank, and some had even neared the realm of eighth-rank powerhouses. Their methods were unfathomably strange.
More and more powerful foes fell beneath the Crimson Crow War Halberd. Shi Lan's edge grew ever sharper, and the invisible momentum forged through constant tempering became increasingly clear.
Before she knew it, Shi Lan had returned to the birthplace of the Extreme Dao Talisman Seal. Beyond the endless mountain range stood a city that had fallen into desolation.
She entered the city. Not long ago, its streets had been thronged with people. Now it had become a ruin, clearly swept clean by the Samsara Hall's army.
The rune tower at the city's center had partially collapsed. An iron spear had pierced a corpse through the chest and pinned it to the tower wall,