Spirit Snake Island, deep underground.
Beneath layers of trap mechanisms, a gigantic black peak stands prominently, emitting an ancient and eerie aura. Below the mountain, rivers of blood flow, clouds of ghostly winds pass through, seemingly intertwined with sounds of wailing spirits, and a highly pungent smell of blood permeates the air.
Within Witch Mountain, there exists a massive Blood Sea, the intense smell of blood wafting from this Blood Sea.
Ling Chen, Xia Yunxin, and the Left and Right Guardians of the Witch Fiend Sect, along with the Three Saint Elders, stand by the Blood Sea, gazing at the bubbling crimson ocean before them.
From the depths of the Blood Sea, Ling Chen can feel an immense surge of energy, drawn from thousands of powerful beings, mixed together like a power-accumulating ancient giant beast.
"Ling Chen, you and I will enter the Blood Sea together."
Facing the boiling Blood Sea, Xia Yunxin looks at Ling Chen.
"Me?"
