As he flew further, everything seemed increasingly unfamiliar. It almost felt like he didn't need to use any cultivation base power to fly. The wind carried him away.
He hadn't seen any blood beasts, to the point where he started to wonder if they even existed here. The entire world, including the sky and land, was the color of blood. Plants, trees, mountains; everything seen by the naked eye was deep red.
In the distance was a blood-colored desert, at the end of which lay an oasis, also the color of blood, leading to the ocean.
In the middle of that ocean stood a mountain, its peak piercing through the clouds.
That mountain was the origin of the World Will; whichever cultivator climbed it first would earn the world's recognition and blessing. After gaining the approval of the Blood Ancestor, that person could leave and qualify for the second stage.
