The golden light flickered, and Gu Yuan felt a blur before his eyes, as if the world had changed. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a different space.
Countless blood-colored symbols shimmered brightly, a scarlet expanse, rising into the air, forming a blood-red sky like an eggshell overhead.
The sky wasn't very high or low, seemed a hundred feet, or perhaps a thousand, the boundaries of the space were somewhat blurred, making it difficult to discern.
Beneath the sky was a sea of blood, surging and flowing.
Scarlet clouds flowed continuously between the sky and the sea.
And above the blood-red ocean, two figures sat cross-legged, their breaths weak, as if severely injured.
One of them wore a golden Daoist robe, a lotus crown on his head, with a strikingly handsome face and a three-foot long beard, despite being middle-aged, he still looked elegant and otherworldly.
