Many people had heard that Penglai Island, one of the Daoist Sect's three sacred lands, lay overseas. But no one knew Penglai Island's true location. Only generation after generation of Penglai Island powerhouses, cultivating in seclusion when they entered and stabilizing the world when they emerged, continually proclaimed the existence of this Daoist holy land.
True Person Meng Yu was one of them.
This man had guarded the Cangwu Realm for six years and crossed hands with quite a few Sea Race True Kings.
Though the Blood King had never contended with him, he had long heard of his name and knew a little of his methods. He understood that this was no opponent he could easily shake off. The instant he saw him, he withdrew without another word. Segment by segment, his body erupted with dense crackling explosions like firecrackers.
Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!
This True King shell, containing terrifying power, completely disintegrated into Dao laws in one-thousandth of a breath, manifesting tangibly as bloody light that scattered into a hundred varieties, a thousand streams, ten thousand wisps.
Blood divided into yin and yang, bore the five elements, differed among the three sacrificial beasts, and varied across the four directions.
Some was venomous, some searing, some icy, some corrosive.
Vivid red, dusky red, brownish red—one color of blood possessed hundreds upon hundreds of variations, scattering outward like blood-red fireworks soaring into the sky!
They embodied the Blood King's absolute command over the very word "blood."
These bloodlights, flickering in brightness and differing in length, scattered in every direction—fast or slow, appearing and vanishing. There was simply no way to pinpoint them precisely.
The Blood King's intent to avoid battle could not have been clearer.
Yet the clear expanse above the bloodlight suddenly seemed to collapse like an avalanche from a