A moment later, not a single living person remained on the battlefield below.
Countless corpses lay scattered across the ground. Springs of blood gathered, turning into streams, into little rivers—
The Corpse Yin Sect Master, Zhuoran, stood in the void. Four lights of divine powers churned behind him, condensing into an immense pressure.
From time to time, he coughed, quietly gazing at the heavens.
Night had already fallen. The sky was dark as ink, with the occasional moonbeam spilling down and plating the earth in silver radiance.
At some unknown point, a talisman had appeared in the Corpse Yin Sect Master's hand. "Our sect has arrangements within the Earth-Submerging Blessed Land. We have hidden a Corpse Venerable there, which must be fed the vital blood of vast numbers of cultivators at regular intervals—"
The Corpse Yin Sect Master said flatly, "Now—at last, there is no longer any need to use blood sacrifices for the blessed land."
The moment his words fell, the Great Void trembled.
An inexplicable phantom emerged, transforming into a blessed land, yet also seeming like a star as it slowly descended from the Great Void into the present world.
Within that blessed land lay endless mountain ranges and a thousand ravines, ten thousand gullies—
"The Shaken-Down Blessed Land?"
"It is not being opened, but the blessed land itself is being completely shaken down?"
Sangji raised his head and watched the Earth-Submerging Blessed Land draw ever nearer to the present world from within the Great Void, along with that hazy outline of a human face—
Having received a revelation from the Venerable in his heart, he immediately shouted sharply, "Leave at once! Do not turn back! Do not look—otherwise, some great terror will surely descend!"
Before his words had even faded, Sangji had already retreated wildly. He did