In a flash.
Everyone felt that they had left the Spirit Vine Treasure Hall.
At that moment, they appeared above an endless sea of blood.
Patriarch Minghe stared, dumbstruck. This place was exactly like his own Dao Field, the Sea of Blood.
Yet he knew perfectly well that this was certainly not his Sea of Blood.
As for Lin Tian's Divine Ability.
Everyone was shaken beyond words. Only such an existence truly deserved to be called a Saint.
As Lin Tian spoke, countless images appeared above the sea of blood.
Demons and monsters fought, and blood-red flowers bloomed.
During the fighting, blood energy surged to the heavens, and slaughter stretched without end.
Yet when the flowers blossomed, they carried a measure of hope for life.
Death and survival.
This was an eternal, unchanging theme.
And slaughter was one melody within that eternal, unchanging theme.
True slaughter was not meant to create death, but to ensure survival!
To kill so that oneself might live, so that one's people might survive!
To kill for the greater righteousness of heaven and earth!
"One who wields a blade must first master himself. Minghe, why do you cultivate the slaughter law?"
Lin Tian's voice rang out like thunder awakening the deaf. At that moment, Minghe was actually led by Lin Tian into a state of profound, unfathomable mystery.
The other mighty beings listening to the teachings were so envious that their eyes nearly spat fire.
With Lin Tian's guidance, Minghe had clearly attained sudden enlightenment.
Suddenly.
An extraordinary aura erupted from Minghe.
His state of mind rose dramatically at that moment.
I understand now.
"Slaughter-why do we kill? In truth, what we kill for does not matter. What matters is that every time we raise our swords, we have a purpose. Killing for killing's sake