At the same time.
As Su Changsheng returned to Yin Islet, his vast aura dissipated.
The heavenly eye, which resembled the might of heaven itself, also slowly faded into the world.
Hundreds of thousands of li away, in a secluded place, a spurt of blood suddenly erupted from the earth.
Countless ghastly white bones could be seen within the Blood Spring. As it continued gushing outward, more and more fragments of skeletal remains emerged.
Only after a full hour or so did the bones gradually grow sparse and finally disappear. The endlessly surging blood finally stopped as well.
By then, a moderately sized lake of blood had formed around the spring, with skeletal remains occasionally bobbing within it.
A Human-Head Lanterns drifted down from the horizon, hovering above the Blood Spring and giving off a faint glow in utter silence.
Only after a long while did a muffled sound emerge from the Blood Spring, followed by a low curse.
"Cough, cough! Just what kind of power was that?!"
"It was even more terrifying than the cold tides in the Other Shore Sea. How did that fellow master such a powerful Dao of ice now? Wasn't fire essence power his specialty?"
"Damn it, and there was that bizarre heavenly eye!"
Amid the curses, a fellow carrying an enormous tortoise shell crawled out of the Blood Spring. It was none other than the Old Tortoise White Mountain, who had vanished back then.
But as he appeared, an eerie aura began gathering around him, and the Human-Head Lanterns slowly descended above his head.
Old Turtle froze, his body trembling slightly despite himself.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Human-Head Lanterns hovering overhead, bitterness filling his heart. After escaping from the Black Tortoise Grand Formation back then, he had