As far as the eye could see, everything was a startling crimson.
Though it did not reach the scale of a sea, it was still a sizable underground lake—a water pool.
Only, the liquid within the pool was entirely composed of fresh blood, occupying more than half of the underground space. Calling it a sea of blood would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.
Beneath the blood, countless corpses could be seen piled into mountains, only to be submerged by the crimson liquid.
Even more shocking resentment and sinister energy surged among the corpses. Though Su Shi'er's divine sense was resilient and his will steadfast, his expression still changed slightly at that moment, stunned by the sight before him.
He could also feel invisible malicious thoughts battering against his will.
"Th-this... what exactly is the Sacred Spirit Cult doing? Judging by the situation here, with so many corpses, I fear no fewer than three or four hundred thousand cultivators and mortals perished here?"
Drawing in a sharp breath, Su Shi'er turned to look at Yin Qingxue.
No change could be seen on the latter's face, but beneath the azure fox mask, his breathing had clearly grown heavier.
The mysterious figure from Heavenly Capital secretly hunted Nascent Soul Stage cultivators everywhere. Could he be stirred by such emotions as well?
Su Shi'er's expression remained calm and unruffled, yet a thought silently flashed through his mind. He could not help but feel somewhat surprised by Yin Qingxue's reaction.
Unaware of Su Shi'er's thoughts, Yin Qingxue pondered briefly before saying, "If I am not mistaken, the Sacred Spirit Cult must intend to use this method to disrupt that senior of the Buddhist Sect's cultivation and drive him into demonic deviation."
"Demonic deviation?"
Su Shi'er's eyelids twitched as his thoughts rapidly spread outward.