A majestic mountain stood tall between the heavens and the earth. It looked so grand as the summit was above the clouds. If you looked down from the summit, you would feel like you were on the top of the world.
This was Saint Mountain, but now the mountain was covered in blood. An intense, pungent, bloody smell lingered in the air, and the sky was painted in maroon.
Within the vast mountain, a stream flowed red as if the water were fresh blood. It looked like a place for Blood Demons to cultivate themselves. Countless bloody rays could sometimes be seen floating around in the mountain.
At this time, a thick and viscous blood aura lingered in the deepest area within the mountain. Three figures stood before a gorge with their hands behind their backs. The surrounding bloody aura surged and rippled, shaking the space continuously.
