The Great Void, the Blood Sea.
Chu Mo plunged into it, feigning defeat and retreat.
Xue Huan's memories told him that this Blood Sea was the key to suppressing the Mountain Realm's Heavenly Dao. Three Peak Spirit Transformation cultivators of the Life-Ending Society took turns guarding it, using Blood Dao Mystique to continually grind away any signs of the Heavenly Dao's revival.
Two other auras circulated within the Blood Sea.
As Chu Mo descended, both auras trembled, then transformed into two figures before him.
The man on the left wore scarlet robes. His face was pale, like that of a handsome ghost. The man on the right had a rosy complexion and a dignified bearing.
[Level 70 · Blood Spirit Dao Lord] [Level 70 · Origin Blood Dao Lord]
"Xue Huan, why are you back so soon?"
Blood Spirit asked listlessly, his voice so feeble that he sounded as though he might stop breathing at any moment. "Those meat pigs the Sect Master raises may be weak, but they're still genuine fifth-tier cultivators. Didn't you skim off some more blood qi?"
"You know how stingy Xuanming is. I hadn't even had my fill of killing before he called a halt."
Chu Mo spoke with easy familiarity, showing not the slightest awkwardness. Hearing this, Blood Spirit gave a stiff smile. "That fellow really is miserly. But Xue Huan, you seem to have brought back considerably more blood qi than usual this time?"
"I merely skimmed off a little less," Chu Mo said mildly. "What, is it too much for you?"
"Too much? No amount would be enough."
Blood Spirit sighed, his face growing even paler. "The Mountain Realm's Heavenly Dao is reviving faster and faster. I'm afraid the three of us alone will soon be unable to keep it