Duanchang Mountain, Blood Sea Battlefield.
The murky, dull yellow sky, the blood-colored muddy ground, countless white bones scattered across the land, and an extremely dense scent of blood drifting through the air, gave off a nauseating feeling.
Splash!
On both sides of the Blood Sea, all life was dead silent, with only the crimson river flowing endlessly, creating a roaring sound of massive waves.
At the end of the Blood Sea, a bronze Heavenly Gate stood as if it had been there since ancient times, conveying a sense of vicissitude and weight.
A bronze scripture was suspended in the high sky, sealing the shattered spatial barriers, and a black shadow was sitting cross-legged before it, obscured so that no one could see his appearance clearly.
Swoosh!
A stream of blood-colored light streaked across the endless sky, quietly appearing in front of the shadow.
"Primordial Spirit, I need your help," Ye Xuan got straight to the point without any unnecessary words.
