Shen Luo's Divine Sense grew increasingly muddled, and a blood-red haze seemed to veil his eyes. In his daze, he seemed to see a skinny little girl with dry, yellowed hair staggering toward a middle-aged man whose expression was wooden and whose body looked withered.
The little girl's cracked lips opened and closed, seemingly calling out, "Daddy." The middle-aged man remained expressionless as he slowly drew a sharp knife stained with black blood from behind his back. A faint, cold gleam shone on its tip.
Beside him, yellow broth bubbled away in a blackened iron pot.
"No, you can't..."
Shen Luo watched the man's Adam's apple bob as he pushed the knife little by little toward the girl's shriveled chest. What remained of Shen Luo's reason finally began to slip out of control.
The next instant, the blood-red tide surging in from every direction doubled in strength. The golden light, which had still been able to offer some resistance, collapsed at once, and Shen Luo's Divine Sense was driven back in successive defeats.
His Consciousness Sea was entirely stained with blood. His tiny Divine Soul avatar stood frozen, unable to move, half its body already blood-red. Great quantities of bloody mist continued to rise, spreading toward its head.
Yet his body still held the same posture, one arm extended in an attempt to stop the man.
"Even with your mind driven to this point, you still retain compassion. That is great goodness." Just then, a faint sigh drifted over.
As Shen Luo's Divine Sense was about to succumb, he suddenly perceived through his Divine Thought what looked like a dim yellow lamplight ahead, drifting leisurely toward him.
The light was as small as a bean, yet it shone undying amid the bloody mist that filled the sky. Not only was