The dried-up blood river wound onward, its channel piled with dark crimson gravel.
Gusts of fierce wind blew in from afar, sweeping blood-colored sand and dust into the sky.
Su Shi'er and the others followed the riverbed onward. Before long, the shattered battle platform behind them had vanished completely into the blood mist.
As the group ventured deeper, their surroundings grew increasingly quiet.
The ancient battle phantoms that had once been visible everywhere seemed never to have existed.
Even the light cast down by the broken blazing sun had dimmed considerably without anyone noticing.
Pan Cangheng walked at the very front. Blood dripped from his palm, and the instant it touched the ground, it transformed into threads of crimson light as fine as gossamer, flowing ahead along the dried riverbed.
The Kuafu Clan's bloodlines shared the same origin.
Following the aura of their ancestor's War Blood to find Pan Xionghui's core soul body was naturally the most direct method.
Su Shi'er followed behind at an unhurried pace, his gaze constantly sweeping across both sides of the riverbed.
On the boulders lining the way, ancient veins of varying sizes could faintly be seen.
Some veins were deeply embedded in the stone, as though they had been forcibly carved there by some invisible power.
Others only surfaced briefly beneath the light of the setting sun.
The veins carried not the slightest trace of an array's aura, yet every one of them bore an exceedingly subtle connection to the aura surrounding Pan Xionghui's phantom earlier.
"These traces should have been left behind by Senior Pan Xionghui's War Blood back then."
"Only..."
Su Shi'er muttered softly, a contemplative light in his eyes.
The farther they went, the more ancient veins appeared upon the rocks.
Yet the directions indicated by those veins were far from