"There's no land here at all—nothing underfoot but endless, churning blood!"
"This is too sinister! How can such a terrifying place exist in the mortal world?"
As the cultivators passed through the secret realm's gate, a wave of panic gripped their hearts. Fortunately, their cultivation levels were decent, allowing them to levitate in mid-air. Anyone unable to fly would likely have plunged straight into the surging blood below the moment they entered, and no one knew what might lurk within this boundless sea of blood. Yet they could be certain that falling into it would be anything but pleasant.
Daoist Red Cloud felt a sense of physical and mental ease upon entering. As a practitioner of the Demonic Path, he naturally relished a place overflowing with such monstrously bloody aura. The moment he stepped into the secret realm, he shed the human skin he had been wearing and reverted to his true form.
Chapter 111