At the summit of the blood-colored desolate island!
The deathly silent island seemed to have frozen time itself.
Perched atop the peak, upon the jagged crown of strange rocks, were two beings...
That was right!
They were the divine envoy clad in crimson heavy armor, and the priest wrapped in a dark blood-colored robe!
—Like two stone statues carved from congealed blood.
In an instant, their seemingly eternal, unchanging bodies shifted slightly. Two icy gazes shot in unison toward the strange Treasure Mirror floating above them—
[Nether Blood Mirror].
At that moment!
The mirror surface, which had previously been utterly still like an inanimate object, suddenly rippled with an extraordinarily faint circle of blood-red light—yet it was enough to tug at both their minds!
The flash vanished in an instant, so faint it was like an illusion.
They abruptly raised their heads, their divine senses sweeping through all directions like invisible storms!
As far as the eye could see, the void was clear as if freshly washed, with not a cloud stretching for ten thousand miles.
Forget any traces of Mortal Cultivators?
Even birds and flying insects had vanished without a trace. It was a scene of gentle breeze and bright sunshine.
It was as though that fleeting glimmer of blood-red light from the [Nether Blood Mirror] had merely been an insignificant illusion during their long years.
But...
How could cultivators possibly have illusions!
That was simply impossible.
The disturbance of the [Nether Blood Mirror] could not possibly have happened without cause?
The divine envoy in blood armor exchanged glances beneath their hoods with the priest at their side. With the tacit understanding forged through countless years of fighting side by side, they instantly understood each other's intentions.
The next moment!
Boom!
Two vast and majestic divine senses, containing endless