The spear's point shattered the void, sweeping away thousands of blood vessels before clashing with the false Hu Yan Zan in a fiery collision.
"Pfft!"
The false Hu Yan Zan spewed blood, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness. He watched the White Tiger divine beast, which had been gradually dissipating behind Hu Yan Zan, before staggering and kneeling beside the blood-red coffin.
Boom!
Thousands of blood-red chains once again struck down like heavenly punishment, binding the weakened false Hu Yan Zan completely.
"This is the end!!"
Hu Yan Zan watched the blood sea world collapse and the figure gradually dissipate. What exactly was this Blood Sea Suspended Coffin?
Who had erected these thousands of blood-red chains?
Why were they judging the beings within the blood-red coffin?
And how was this world forged? What was the relationship between that mysterious, blood-red giant eye and the blood-red eye within the divine fire of these beings?
"In the ancient era, during the myriad chaotic wars, Immortals bled, and Deities perished..." Hu Yan Zan muttered this sentence repeatedly as he watched the world collapse.
The illusion shattered, and in the original blood sea world, Shang Shi Tu and Hu Yan Zan awoke simultaneously. They looked around, exchanged a glance, and knew they had escaped the illusory world.
The entire blood sea world was extremely calm. Even the blood sea below was still, without a single ripple.
Hu Yan Zan looked behind him. Hundreds of beings remained with vacant expressions, their faces terrifyingly contorted as if they had endured some cruel torture.
The dense, blood-red net remained at the boundary of the ancient jungle, motionless.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a being cried out in agony. His entire primordial spirit turned into wisps of blood qi, surging into the corpse that was identical to him. The lid of the coffin burst open with a surge of blood qi.
Under the gaze of Hu Yan Zan and Shang Shi Tu, a masterless primordial spirit floated out of the coffin, swaying and leaving the blood sea world to walk towards the ancient jungle.
"A masterless primordial spirit!"
Shang Shi Tu exclaimed in horror as he looked at the masterless primordial spirit, "So this is how masterless primordial spirits are forged in this world!"
"I understand!"
Hu Yan Zan looked at the blood-red coffin and said heavily, "According to my guess, it is because you and I have traversed the ancient jungle, causing too much slaughter, and countless masterless primordial spirits have dissipated, disrupting the balance of this world."
"To maintain balance, this world manifested the blood-red net, intending to annihilate us all in one fell swoop."
"And that was just the beginning. Not every being can become a masterless primordial spirit in this world."
"This blood-red net is merely a mechanism to select qualified beings. Only by escaping from the blood-red net and arriving in this blood sea world do you qualify to be accepted by the blood-red coffin!"
"As long as you conquer yourself, you will return. If you fail, your consciousness will be wiped out, and you will become a masterless primordial spirit of this world!"
"Makes sense!"
Shang Shi Tu nodded. In truth, he did not know if what Hu Yan Zan said was true or false. However, seeing Hu Yan Zan's earnest demeanor, he subconsciously nodded.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Dozens more primordial spirits disintegrated and merged into the blood-red coffin. Countless masterless primordial spirits emerged from the coffin, swaying and walking towards the ancient jungle.
"Opportunities are before us, but one must have the life to enjoy them!"
"Let's go!"
Hu Yan Zan looked at the few remaining beings, then at the boundless blood sea ahead, and headed towards its end.
After Hu Yan Zan and Shang Shi Tu broke through the mirrored replication, they walked towards the end of the boundless blood sea.
The two walked in this vast, blood-red world. They did not know how long they walked, nor could they distinguish east from west. They only knew that since entering this Blood Sea Suspended Coffin, they had not changed their direction of travel, proceeding in a straight line.
"Whoosh~~"
At some unknown time, as the two walked aimlessly, they finally emerged from the territory covered by the foot-thick blood sea and stepped onto crimson soil.
As they stepped onto the land, they turned back and were greatly astonished. The myriad colossal coffins, which should have been invisible, and the ancient jungle were now within sight.
They had clearly traveled tens of thousands of miles. Even when looking from before the ancient jungle, they could not see the end. Now, having emerged from the area shrouded by the blood sea, they found it to be merely a thousand feet away when looking back.
"Shrinking the Ground to Inches?"
Seeing this scene, the two suddenly felt the mystery and power of the Blood Sea Suspended Coffin.
"Let's go!"
Shang Shi Tu frowned as he looked at the disciples of the Gate of Fortune, who were beginning to stir, and said softly.
"Mm!"
Hu Yan Zan nodded heavily.
The two continued to walk deeper. After an unknown period, a red fog suddenly descended, and streaks of lightning crackled through the mist.
"Why does this red fog resemble the seal outside the Blood Sea Suspended Coffin so much!"
As they looked at the lightning that crisscrossed their surroundings, its power was terrifying, yet it did not cause any physical harm.
After they ventured thousands of feet deep, the thick blood-red fog gradually turned white. The entire world's colors changed abruptly, becoming no different from the outside world.
"Kachaa~~"
The lightning that had traversed the mist turned blood-red and condensed in the void with fierce intensity.
Several blood-red lightning bolts struck down. One, faster than the others, hit the blood-red ground, penetrating a hundred feet deep and emitting a brilliant divine light.
"Hmm?"
The two looked up at the red lightning striking down. They both attacked to block it, sparks flying.
Although they could not suppress Shang Shi Tu and Hu Yan Zan, they could not withstand the sheer number of lightning bolts, which now numbered in the tens of thousands.
Shang Shi Tu's heart tightened as he gazed at the gathering lightning in the heavens, which had now become a sea of lightning, unfathomably blood-red.
"Don't linger, let's go!"
Shang Shi Tu looked at his hands, which were intercepting the lightning, finding some areas scorched. The two moved with extreme speed, darting through the white fog, covering dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.
Soon, the two emerged from the land enveloped by the white fog.
Sunlight!
Long-awaited sunlight cast down warmly. Even the blood-red land beneath their feet had returned to its normal color.
"We must have entered the heart of the Blood Sea Suspended Coffin!"
Shang Shi Tu grabbed a handful of soil and sniffed it. The scent of this earth was incredibly ancient.
Thick, ancient auras impacted their primordial spirits. This land seemed to be from a time not of this era.
"Is this spiritual energy?"
The two exclaimed in shock. Feeling the dense spiritual energy flowing through the air, they found it unbelievable. The Blood Sea Suspended Coffin was a place abandoned by the Great Dao of this world; how could it nurture spiritual energy?
Let alone the fact that there was no spiritual energy to be found along their journey, even within ten miles of the Blood Sea Suspended Coffin, no spiritual energy could be found. Every being had to frantically store spiritual energy within their bodies to sustain their consumption.