Tap tap tap!
The semi-transparent little lizard craned its long neck, its four thin legs paddling frantically as it scurried several thousand zhang across the viscous Blood Sea in an instant. It stood there, warily looking around...
Something had set its sights on it.
In a blur, a black shadow shot out from beneath the Blood Sea. A gaping maw sucked the little lizard away with a whoosh, leaving behind only a shallow whirlpool and a few faint chewing sounds...
Because the Blood Sea was too viscous, the whirlpool settled in the blink of an eye.
The beast that had successfully hunted its prey quietly swam away. Daring not reveal even a trace of its aura, it swiftly sank into the depths of the Blood Sea.
A hundred li away, Li Changshou, who had witnessed the scene, lowered his head and looked at the identical little lizard he had transformed into...
These days, even being a bottom-dwelling creature of the Blood Sea was not easy.
Casting aside stray thoughts, Li Changshou drove the Wind Whisper Spell—Ten Thousand Li Seek Wind—to its utmost limit. He devoted sixty percent of his mind to distinguishing the information carried to him from every direction.
This was indeed the place. The source of the tremors in the Great Dao, the place where Asura Race experts had gathered, lay beneath...
The Blood Sea was where the Filth Springs of heaven and earth converged, the ultimate Turbid.
At the dawn of antiquity, the Blood Sea had been nearly boundless. Ancestor Minghe, the Primordial Great Power of the Blood Sea, had been renowned throughout the Primordial Wilderness. He created the Asuras, founded the teaching of "slaughter," and proclaimed that as long as the Blood Sea did not run dry, he would not die.
Unfortunately, he later failed to