Yet this Blood Sea was utterly different in aspect from the Blood Sea that had once harvested epoch after epoch.
The previous Blood Sea had felt evil, sinister, yin-soft, filthy... At a glance, one could tell it was no good place. But the Blood Sea now emerging was a bright crimson, a red like the purest hot blood in a living heart, and like the finest ruby. It brimmed with the righteousness of heaven and earth, with the beginning of the Great Dao!
Blood Saint either did not strike at all, or, once he did, immediately displayed the true methods belonging to an expert of his level.
What appeared in his hand was also the ultimate end of cultivation.
No matter what path one walked—righteous or wicked, demonic or devilish... whatever the route, upon reaching the end, it was bound to be grand and majestic: my Dao is the righteous path of Heaven!
No matter what Dao arts one had cultivated in the past, upon reaching a certain realm, one would surely refine away the tangled luxuriance, leaving behind only the purest of the pure. Thereafter, a hair's breadth contained the great chiliocosm!
The Blood Sea surged and roared, its radiant light illuminating endless time and space. In that instant, who knew how many worlds across time and space were dyed with its color.
At this moment, countless living beings beheld that brilliance, and all manner of wondrous methods surfaced in their minds. Some even directly attained enlightenment, comprehending various scriptures related to "blood."
And these scriptures were like the Blood Sea itself—each one open and upright, impartial and just, brimming with the righteousness of heaven and earth!
Indeed, who knew how many beings, at this moment, involuntarily developed the thought that such a Great Dao was the strength of