Crushed by Zhen Yu, He Pingsheng was somewhat shocked, but not the least bit discouraged.
He knew that although he could not defeat peerless prodigies like Zhen Yu and Tian Xuan, he could still crush some ordinary Dao Origin cultivators above his level.
Yao Qiyu and Zither Player, for instance.
Boom...
As he pondered, He Pingsheng was blasted into the sea of blood.
In an instant, the countless cracks across his shattered body opened.
Streams of divine blood seeped through those cracks into his body.
At that moment, it felt as though trillions upon trillions of ants were gnawing at his heart, tormenting He Pingsheng.
A flash of lightning seemed to pass through his entire body, making his soul shudder.
In that dazed state, He Pingsheng's body plunged swiftly into the depths of the sea of blood.
At that moment, his blood seemed to merge with the blood of the ancient gods within the sea.
Streaks of lightning flashed through He Pingsheng's body.
He Pingsheng's Divine Sense grew hazy.
In his daze, light and shadow seemed to flicker ceaselessly before him.
Everything was blurry; he could see neither near nor far!
It kept flickering like that without end.
He Pingsheng had no idea how much time had passed when he suddenly discovered that the things before his eyes were gradually becoming clear.
Parched land!
A thousand miles of barren earth!
Stones and gravel!
Not a breath of wind!
A blazing sun hung overhead, radiating such fierce light that it seemed capable of roasting a person until they melted.
He Pingsheng noticed that the stones and earth beneath his feet were moving.
Looking more closely, he realized: no...
I'm the one moving!
It was as though he were running.
Huh...
What's going on?
*Is someone carrying me on their shoulder as