Everyone had long since been shocked almost numb by Fang Qianyuan's deeds, so most found themselves wanting to speak yet unable to find the words. The scene was utterly silent.
Fang Qianyuan gave them a few puzzled looks, but seeing that the treasure ship had escaped quickly enough to avoid being caught in the aftermath, he relaxed.
Several hours later, as the sun sank in the west, a medium-sized treasure ship shaped like a white fish sailed into the waters where Fang Qianyuan had fought the sea monsters.
At the bow, Si Yuanjin stood in a green robe, facing the wind as he gazed at the water ahead with a solemn expression.
Behind him, a group of Spirit Tamers in assorted clothing, their cultivation and strength varying widely, walked onto the deck and stared out at the sea in shock.
"What on earth happened here?"
The sun's lingering rays fell across the sea, staining the horizon where sea met sky a golden red. Nearby, however, the rippling water lacked its usual luster. In its place was boundless blood-red.
At some point, vast quantities of shredded flesh and bloody water had risen to the surface, blanketing hundreds of miles around. These were the remains left after the battle, spread by the ocean currents.
From where they stood, it looked as though the entire sea had been steeped in fresh blood, and their treasure ship was sailing through the endless blood sea of the Asura Realm.
The sea breeze carried a bloody, rusty stench. It was so intense, pervading heaven and earth, that there was no escaping it. Even the hardened veterans among them who had licked blood from the edges of blades frowned.
"The seawater is so cold. There's even floating ice..."
"It seems the upheaval in heaven and earth we