Bai Yuying's younger brother did not respond. Shen Ping noticed that the Foundation Establishment Cultivator in front of the flying ship had tilted his body and came to a realization. He did not ask further and closed his eyes to rest.
Two days passed.
The flying ship crossed the Hundred Thousand Mountains and arrived at the edge of the blood-stained area. The faint blood color was like a life and death line that could not be crossed. It was separated from the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the outside world, making it impossible to ignore.
All the cultivators were restless. Everyone knew that as long as they crossed this line of blood, they would be able to see the vast sea and sky. However, if they could not cross it…
Yu Yan tightened her grip. Mu Jin subconsciously hugged Shen Ping's arm and pursed her lips. Life and death were right in front of them.
