The blood-red sky, cast in the sun's glow, looked strangely magnificent.
Lu Mingyuan slowly opened his eyes.
He found himself enveloped beneath the Grotto Heaven's blood-red sky.
Looking down, every stone beneath his feet was like a translucent red agate.
CRACKLE!
A sound echoed from not far away. The surrounding space had become extremely unstable; spatial rifts were constantly expanding and stretching outward, forming pockets of chaotic void.
"This Grotto Heaven is rapidly collapsing. Soon, the entire Grotto Heaven will completely connect with the outside world and become a Blessed Land in the truest sense."
Lu Mingyuan glanced to his side and was surprised to see it was Yun Qinghe who had spoken.
Her expression was grave, her usual detached demeanor gone.
"It's becoming a Blessed Land?"
As Lu Mingyuan asked his question, he realized they seemed to have landed on a shore.
Before them stretched an endless black sea, a Sea of Death as far as the eye could see.
