Blood rained down in torrents. Though streams of Azure light gathered from across the Grotto-Heaven to stop it, they flickered like candles in the wind and clearly could not last.
Worse, Bloodlight surged a thousand miles in an instant. Scattered traces had already drifted across the Grotto-Heaven, threatening to seep into every corner!
"That Bloodlight is filled with slaughter and distortion. Just looking at it pollutes the mind!"
The bamboo curtain collapsed. In the cities beneath it, cultivators and mortals alike merely glanced up before coughing blood. Some fainted on the spot, their fates unknown!
Faced with this upheaval, some panicked, some were struck with horror, some changed expression, some sighed wistfully, some looked astonished, and some smiled.
For a moment, the Mortal World displayed all its myriad faces.
A white-bearded elder strolled down from the central pavilion with two juniors. Leaning on his cane, he walked steadily, unmoved by the upheaval of heaven and earth. He even wore a faint smile.
"This time, Taihua will likely suffer more than humiliation. It may take a wound to the bone, and someone may even peel away its flower-strewn Painted Skin to expose the weakness beneath!"
There was unmistakable satisfaction in his voice.
His two juniors were a man and a woman.
The man was burly but taciturn, listening in silence. The girl, by contrast, looked only eleven or twelve, already showing the beginnings of delicate beauty. Watching the blood rain about to fall from the sky, her dark eyes gleamed as she smiled. "Grandfather, why do you seem to dislike Great Hua Mountain? And why do you keep bringing up The Painted Skin?"
"It isn't Great Hua Mountain I resent. I simply cannot make peace with that True Person Soaring." The white-bearded elder stroked his beard and smiled, without a trace