A battlefield.
Severed limbs and mangled corpses littered the ground. Amid the pools of blood, Xu Changqing still maintained his human form, except countless tentacles extended from his back like the legs of an eight-legged spider, supporting him as he hovered in midair.
The tips of the tentacles split open, transforming into fanged maws that swept the demon corpses from the ground clean.
A pleased expression appeared on Xu Changqing's face. "This place may not be the immortal realm I imagined, but it seems greatly beneficial to improving my cultivation..."
"Of course," Sulu said. "Have you figured out where this is yet?"
"Judging from the fragmented memories, this should be a region called the 'Slaughter Bloodfield,' one of the seven major regions in the depths of the Abyss..."
That's quite far...
Sulu sighed inwardly. It seemed it would be difficult to contact his avatar in the Silent Wasteland anytime soon.
"And..."
Xu Changqing's eyes lit up slightly. "A few years ago, they saw True Person Shuangxuan!"
This did not surprise Sulu much.
After all, they were Ascenders from the same world. Their landing points in the Abyss could not have been too far apart.
With that premise, tracing the other party's trail would not be too difficult.
If the other party had not gone too far, Xu Changqing might soon be able to take his revenge.
"I saw it in this Blade Demon's memories..."
Xu Changqing muttered to himself.
A vision seemed to emerge before his eyes: a mountain-sized giant wantonly slaughtering a demon tribe.
At the time, a Blade Demon could only tremble as it watched, seeing the other party kill the local demon lord and seize vast amounts of flesh and blood, yet not devour them directly.
Xu Changqing clenched his fists.
He was no longer the ignorant