Li Jiujiu was so shocked by the scene before her that her soul nearly escaped from her mouth.
The blood of a Golden Immortal, in the past, was of such supreme dignity.
Just a drop contained unimaginable spiritual power, enough to make thousands of cultivators in the mortal world flock to it like ducks.
Yet now it nourished the earth like water falling freely from the sky, feeding a thousand demons and a hundred ghosts, all creatures of the mortal world.
Surely, in a day, many powerful spirits and ghosts would rise from this.
The deep humiliation contained within this act, surely no Golden Immortal could endure such a disgrace.
However, the matter did not end there.
The sky split open with a massive space rift, and a bloodied hand and foot were thrown down from the high sky.
Li Jiujiu looked in awe at the purple cloud-thunder patterned robe on the severed arm, embroidered with celestial stars, it was unmistakably the robe of a Golden Immortal!
