Song Wen opened his mouth and spat; the Blood Sea Seal appeared in midair.
A vast quantity of thick, viscous bloodwater surged out from the Blood Sea Seal.
In the blink of an eye, a sea of blood materialized in the sky, blotting out heaven and earth.
Song Wen raised a hand and pointed at the blood sea. It burst like the Sky River breaching its banks, and a blood-red torrent ten miles wide came roaring down, crashing toward Yellowstone Valley below.
Rumble...
The blood-red torrent struck the ground, and mountains collapsed as the earth split apart. The thunderous roar was unceasing.
The torrent easily tore open the earth, plunging deep into the ground like a colossal sword.
A moment later, the rumbling ceased. The bloodwater in the valley receded, and the sea of blood in the sky vanished as well.
Everything returned to calm, but Yellowstone Valley no longer looked as it had before.
The valley, once dozens of miles wide, had vanished. In its place stood a massive pit a hundred miles deep.
Ding Yan and the others stared at the bottomless pit, all of them dumbstruck, unable to quell the terror in their hearts.
"Is this the strength of a Nascent Soul Cultivator?"
Ding Yan glanced sideways at Song Wen, his eyes filled with awe.
Yet Song Wen's brows were tightly furrowed.
The ground beneath Yellowstone Valley was likewise empty. No one had been hiding there, contrary to Song Wen's suspicions.
It seems I really was overthinking it.
Song Wen thought to himself.
Then he said to Ding Yan,
"Ding Yan, bring the remnant soul over."
At his words, Ding Yan led several subordinates to Song Wen's side.
"Greetings, Cult Leader!" they said in unison.
After speaking, Ding Yan respectfully handed a soul bottle to Song Wen.