The setting sun was as red as blood, and the bodies on the mountain dyed the slope crimson, pooling and flowing downward through the river path that was once a waterfall.
These were the blood of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, packed with divine substances. Blood Qi soared to the heavens, shocking the cultivators watching from the foot of the mountain, who cried out in alarm.
Someone pointed at the blood waterfall and shouted, "Look! Whose blood is this? How could there be so much?"
"What's going on up there? Has the Consort Prince been killed yet?"
"Doesn't look like the Consort Prince's blood. This blood waterfall is way too massive!"
"What do you know? The Consort Prince is tall and strong, with abundant blood. It's normal for this much to flow out."
"Ordinary people's Blood Qi is weak. A cultivator's blood may look scarce, but once released, it surges sky-high!"
"..."
A group of people chattered incessantly, unable to make out what was happening above.
