This is a bloodred world.
The peaks are dark red.
The sky is deep red.
The buildings are mysterious red.
The creatures are crimson.
The void is pale red.
As far as the eye can see, everything is invaded by red.
This invasion is oppressive, unreasonable, as if carrying its own will; every wisp of Immortal Spirit Qi in the Yin-Yang Sect's void, every grain of sand on the Yin-Yang Sect's land, none are spared.
In the bloodred realm, the rocks tremble, the vegetation quivers, and the creatures are apprehensive.
The oppressive bloodred not only invades them but also injects them with many unwelcome emotions.
Like the chilling gaze of a venomous snake.
Like the fear of the Heavenly Blade hovering at the neck.
Like the hatred of having a wife snatched and father slain.
Like the despair of being condemned to death by the great Dao.
...
The chill, fear, hatred, and despair, everyone has felt at some point.
But the four emotions injected by the bloodred are different.
