The land lay in ruins, mountains collapsed, and great rivers ran dry.
The Demon Leaf Family's ancestral grounds, which had existed in the Demon Vine Minor World for who knew how long, had met their end. Every clansman was dead, leaving corpses and blood mist strewn everywhere, along with all manner of heavy, gigantic body cultivator weapons that clanged down and smashed deep craters into the ground.
Countless blood flowers and countless clouds of blood mist bloomed from the corpses between heaven and earth.
These flowers were crimson throughout, with twelve petals each, borne upon blood-jade lotus pedestals as they flew into the sky.
Blood lotus flowers...
A thought surfaced in Jiang Ding's heart, then vanished.
The blood flowers born from the corpses of Demon Leaf Family experts flew in from all directions and danced gracefully around the blood-robed Daoist like adorable little sprites.
Clang!
Jiang Ding drew his sword, revealing its blood-jade-like blade.
The blood flowers dancing around the blood-robed Daoist let out cheerful, crisp cries like sword chimes. Leaping toward him, they rushed one after another into the blood sword, as though they had found their homeland.
The first blood flower fell, leaving a pattern upon the blade.
The second, the third, the fourth...
Every blood flower formed from a life was qualified to leave a blood mark upon the blood sword.
Blood flowers like a sea of blossoms surged in from every direction, unceasing and endless. At last, everything vanished, leaving behind only that blood sword, ever more crimson and agile.
Body cultivators possess abundant essence and blood—excellent materials for refining a sword...
A treasure to blood Dao cultivators.
Jiang Ding thought.
He gazed at the blood sword in his hand. Countless fine blood marks had appeared upon its blade, interweaving and entangling, together forming something similar