In the shattered Soul Sea, a peculiar blood-colored mist appeared.
The blood-colored mist gradually formed the most primitive Soul Sea, reflecting Zhou Yan's Divine Soul's shadow above.
But this shadow was entirely black, like the color of blood condensed to the extreme, becoming black instead.
This kind of blackness was so startling and unsettling, so instinctively fearful and uneasy.
But this scene, Long Xianyin could not see.
This scene, Zhou Yan himself did not know, and would not know.
Zhou Yan's Divine Body had long been shattered, drifting on the Blood River; his Divine Soul nearly entirely blown away like dust, drifting aimlessly in a wisp of thunderous aura, like a fallen leaf.
But it was within this soul energy, that such a bizarre blood-colored Soul Sea existed.
Yet also within the fragments of that shattered Divine Body, there was the same kind of unknown blood-colored Soul Sea.
