The Sky, Torn Open!

The stench of blood—an incomparably thick stench of blood.

The mountains were blood-red, the rivers blood-red. Beneath the dark crimson earth lay piles upon piles of mangled flesh and corpses, stretching so far their end could scarcely be seen. They had been shattered, crushed into the ground, and fused with the land itself.

Killing intent, malice, hatred.

All manner of emotions intertwined, staining this world. The air itself bred an aura that made one nauseous, made one want to go mad.

As his feet touched the ground, Li Su could not help raising a hand and lightly pressing his nose.

His five senses were far too keen. His spiritual awareness, infinitely close to that of an innate deity, captured everything with an intensely vivid sense of imagery.

As a living being, he was instinctively repulsed by such a battlefield. There was no way he could like it.

It was as though death itself stood opposed to life.

It weighed heavily upon him, as if an enormous boulder were pressing down on his heart. It felt terrible.

The transcendent particles were deeply chaotic.

Even the Dao resonance had been affected, carrying within it a flavor that drove people mad. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of shattered Great Daos lay scattered everywhere. In such an environment, if one's own Dao was not firm enough, let alone using Dao arts, it would already be fortunate not to be affected and suffer qi deviation.

The environment was harsh, of course, but if one could survive it, the effects on cultivation would still be quite good.

It could consolidate one's own Dao and allow one to see the path ahead clearly.

But to say that such an environment could help a Heavenly Immortal break through into the Taiyi realm...

Li Su paused and slowly turned