After these several trials, Qin Shaofeng felt that his state of mind had become somewhat broader.
The bottleneck in his cultivation realm also seemed to have shown the slightest sign of loosening.
"Only the final two levels of trials remain. I wonder what kind of trials await me ahead..." Qin Shaofeng muttered to himself.
Although he was curious, he no longer felt as frightened and nervous as he had at the beginning.
Because he knew that these trials were designed around each person's deepest fears and desires. If he could hold fast to his convictions, what difficulty could possibly stand in his way?
With that thought, Qin Shaofeng's gaze hardened. No longer hesitating, he resolutely stepped into the white light.
A fierce cacophony of slaughter and shouts reached his ears. Qin Shaofeng could not help frowning as an ominous feeling rose within him.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a bloody, terrifying battlefield!
Corpses lay piled like mountains all around him, and blood flowed in rivers.
"Where is this?" Qin Shaofeng's eyes widened, his face full of shock.
A heavy, oppressive atmosphere permeated the place. Everyone wore solemn expressions, as though facing a formidable enemy.
Looking at everything before him, Qin Shaofeng felt an indescribable shock rise in his heart.
One side was undoubtedly the prestigious Righteous Path sects he knew well. They wore magnificent robes and grave expressions, representing justice and majesty.
Yet when Qin Shaofeng turned his gaze toward the other side, a chill ran up his spine. That was—Blood Shadow Sect!
No!
That was impossible!
Qin Shaofeng rubbed his eyes, trying to convince himself that this was only a nightmare, but the facts lay before him and could not be denied.
These people dressed exactly like Blood Shadow Sect disciples, yet they