From that day on, Ning Ye continually roamed the lands of this Demon Abyss world.
He left the Dark Demon Territory, passed through Ancient Frost Castle, Whiteblade Beach, the Valley of Departed Souls, and Blackwater Forest, until he arrived near an enormous marsh.
The marsh was purple-red, the color of blood mixed with mud.
Blood Death Marsh.
In the demon realm, it was difficult to see red blood.
Yet in this Blood Death Marsh, all the blood was red.
Crimson blood.
When Ning Ye arrived, the crimson blood was mixed with vast quantities of sludge, forming a gigantic mud demon.
This was the great lord of Blood Death Marsh.
It was an existence equivalent to the Immaculate Realm, immensely powerful. Ning Ye knew that as he was now, he was no match for it.
"Still, if I kill you, I can become an Immaculate Realm cultivator," he said.
"What did you say?" The Deadblood Lord was somewhat puzzled. "Young demon, I have never seen you before. But I am not someone you can challenge. Leave this place, and you still have a bright future ahead of you."
So Ning Ye said, "Why do you not believe that death is the righteous path?"
The Deadblood Lord chuckled. "Death? The righteous path? No, young demon, you understand nothing. You are too young, and so your ambitions soar high. But only after you have truly experienced things will you understand. Those distant pursuits are utterly meaningless. They are not something beings like you and I can hope for."
"So that is how it is. You belong to the sort that is content to preserve what it has... willing to settle for mediocrity," Ning Ye said.
The Deadblood Lord grew angry. "Are you insulting me?"
But Ning Ye gently shook his head. "No. I