A village, a town, a city, countless people.
Red Mist blanketed the ground and covered all heaven and earth, while ten thousand Spirit Swords danced through it, severing the endless agony of those trapped between life and death.
Once he had slain everyone in one place, he moved on to the next.
Su Mo was dazed and lost.
He no longer knew how many people's blood had stained the Long Sword in his hand.
Day after day, month after month.
After three full months, Su Mo finally killed everyone trapped by the Red Mist.
Countless shattered Divine Souls became the power of Soul Incense, carrying Su Mo's cultivation straight into the second level of the Inquiry Realm...
Yet Su Mo seemed to have lost his own Divine Soul, his heart like a pool of stagnant water.
There were no questions, no joy or anger.
There was only endless exhaustion...
No one knew how much courage every stroke of Su Mo's sword required, or how profound the suffering he faced was.
Those pure white robes had long since turned a deep, bloody red, leaving Su Mo looking utterly bedraggled.
At some unknown point, uncanny, pure white Flowers of the Other Shore had begun blooming here and there.
Their white petals shone amid that sea of red like scattered stars in the night.
The Flowers of the Other Shore seemed to possess tremendous vitality, one becoming two, two becoming four...
Since the Void Beast had entered the Nine Heavens to plant flowers, just a single year had passed, and they could already be seen everywhere across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Su Mo sat alone on a mountain peak in this land covered by Red Mist, staring blankly at a world that had already become a land of death.
He had