"Let's go." Xu Zimo glanced at Hao Chen and still headed toward the Space Gate first.
The others had no choice either and could only follow him into the Space Gate.
Xu Zimo discovered that after entering the Space Gate, the space around him began to split apart, and he and the others were separately transported into different spaces.
Less than a minute later, once his body had stabilized, the scene before him gradually became clear.
This was a rather narrow space, surrounded by blood-colored spiritual energy. He could barely see anything.
A Stone Tablet appeared beside him once more.
"Killing Intent!"
Two words were inscribed atop the Stone Tablet, with a line of smaller characters beneath them.
"Great Dream of Three Thousand Years, I wish to sever the Seven Emotions."
The moment Xu Zimo stepped past the Stone Tablet, boundless blood-colored spiritual energy surged around him like an ocean, completely enveloping him.
Xu Zimo felt his mind growing hazy. He knew it was caused by this red spiritual energy.
But this concerned the second trial and whether he could obtain Bai Changfeng's inheritance, so he did not resist.
Besides, Baimeng was secretly protecting his Dao. Even if a God of Slaughter were reborn, it would amount to nothing.
As Xu Zimo fell asleep within the ocean of spiritual energy, he felt as though he had entered a dream.
Or rather, he had experienced countless layers of dreams.
In one dream, he was a swordsman devoted to seeking the Dao, carrying a three-foot azure blade as he roamed the martial world.
With his sword as his lifelong companion, he swore to break through to higher realms and reach the Other Shore of the sword Dao.
Yet because of his obstinacy, he missed the confidante who had always remained by