The rain of blood atop Mount Penglai stood out so starkly that even those in the Nine Provinces could see it clearly.
It clearly meant that the famed God of the Spear of Penglai, whose name had been known throughout the world for ages, had already set foot on the road to the Yellow Springs.
With that, the immortal mountain Penglai had become ownerless.
Some recluses driven out of hiding by the Heavenly Punishment couldn't help but halt their journey to the Nine Provinces and turn toward Penglai instead.
Even if they couldn't claim Penglai for themselves, bathing in the rain of blood would temper their bodies and improve their cultivation—an opportunity no different from a great boon.
Shi Lan, who was already close to reaching the Nine Provinces, also stopped. In the end, she didn't choose to turn back; she merely bowed toward Penglai, seeing the God of the Spear off from afar.
Tong Yuan's earlier attitude had clearly shown that he didn't want her getting caught up in Penglai's disputes again.
Now that this world's Heavenly Dao was on the verge of awakening, with her strength, she would find it difficult to accomplish anything without relying on the White Tiger in the Qiong Luo Realm.
Zhao Yun was countless times stronger than her, yet even he couldn't resolve the trouble. She had no way to intervene, and if she attracted the Heavenly Punishment, she would only add another variable to the chaos.
The rain of blood had appeared for barely half an hour when Penglai received its first batch of unwelcome visitors.
Among the forces in the sea, the sea folk were the strongest, and they traveled through the waters faster than anyone.
Outside Mount Penglai.
A group of undersea foreigners clad in soft scale armor