The Xingshan Red Tide, the crushing pressure of the sea of flowers, the crimson after nightfall...
In this Emperor's Tomb, seemingly every sight associated with red teemed with absolute danger. Any Supernatural Ability User who took a single wrong step would perish, their Dao extinguished.
These dangers also shared one strong commonality: the oppressive power of the Dao resonance the Great Emperor had left in the world.
The Bronze Coffin could withstand the crimson after nightfall...
Putting all these details together, Ren Ye formed a bold idea. He would force his way across the Red River and sneak onto West Pole Mountain, completely reversing the roles of attacker and defender between himself and the Five Ghosts.
Of course, this was no different from walking on a knife's edge. The slightest mistake could spell eternal damnation. He might even lose his head and join Old Liu as some damn host for the Heavenly Dao.
So this required not just courage, but a brain capable of conducting "scientific experiments."
At this thought, he smoothly turned toward Little One and asked with a grin, "Everyone says going down there will kill you, but your master doesn't believe it. How about we test it with you?"
Hearing this, Little One wore a horrified expression that said, "What the fuck are you even talking about?" "Mashter! I'm your own disciple...!"
Seeing Little One's cowardly look, Ren Ye grew exasperated. "You really haven't learned a shred of your master's courage and daring."
"Your disciple is slow-witted. Please demonstrate, Master, so I can learn properly." Little One was a shrewd one too. After a perfunctory cupped-fist salute, he gestured for Ren Ye to go ahead.
"Heh, your master has roamed countless secret realms for years, practically invincible, with friends everywhere. Would I need to act personally over