A fleeting look of confusion passed over Phu Chu's previously expressionless face, then vanished immediately.
He stepped back, away from the blood pool, and said in a low voice:
"That person is about to wake up as well."
The man let out a soft laugh, his sharp gaze cutting down a vicious beast that flew out from the blood pool.
He licked his lips, tasting the sweet tang of blood.
The black mist around him gathered toward him:
"So what."
The man stepped forward. Blood dripped from his black robes to the ground, blossoming into pink lotuses.
Phu Chu watched the scene before him, seeming to see a similar sight from millions of years ago.
This person emerged from the abyss, and neither gods nor demons had ever been able to stop his steps.
In the abyss of the Ten Kills Labyrinth, the young man arrived, bathed in blood, as if newly born, yet as if reborn.
Ninth Heaven, lotuses bloom for all beings.
In the Sacred Lake, shimmering with light, spiritual power was abundant.
