The blood light was so thick it was nearly tangible, carrying waves of pungent stench. Countless tiny runes seemed to flow within it, radiating a soul-quaking pressure.
He Sheng felt his entire body tighten, as though an invisible giant hand had seized him. Even the circulation of his spiritual power became sluggish.
His divine sense was likewise compressed to the limit. Its original range of dozens of miles had been forcibly suppressed to barely half a mile around him.
As that stench entered his nose, He Sheng felt slightly dazed.
Just then, an image flashed through his mind—the image of Turbid Water he had seen during his fate reading.
Understanding dawned on him at once:
This blood light was a Divine Ability of the Turbid Water path!
Seizing the opportunity brought about by the stirring of his fate, He Sheng regained his clarity. He did not dare delay any longer, immediately invoking Subtle Ripple to empower the Thousand Waters Phantom Dharma Body.
Bang!
With a muffled blast, He Sheng's entire body exploded into nine masses of water that shot in different directions.
As they flew, the water masses swiftly condensed into humanoid Dharma bodies, every one of them utterly lifelike.
"Hm?"
The owner of the voice gave a soft cry of surprise, seemingly taken aback that He Sheng had broken free from the blood light's shroud. But immediately afterward, a sinister laugh rang out.
"Heh, somewhat interesting. Unfortunately, you can't escape!"
Before the words had even faded, the stone door He Sheng had discovered earlier burst open from within!
An incomparably dense bloody stench gushed out.
Right afterward, a thick pillar of blood-red light shot into the sky, dyeing half the heavens a dark crimson.
When the light pillar reached midair, it exploded with a tremendous boom. Blood light scattered