Burial Realm.
A hell of crimson, a sea of black mountains.
CAW CAW CAW—
Over a trillion li from Luoxian Ridge.
Demon Beast Blood Crows circled, their eyes glowing like small lanterns as they stared down at Jiang Han, who lay sleeping on the mountaintop. His Red Sun Daoist Robe was in tatters, and his brow was tightly furrowed.
WHOOSH!
Just as the Blood Crows were about to make their move, Jiang Han shot up as if startled from a nightmare. His first instinct was to scan his surroundings and assess his safety.
'Low-level Blood Crows.'
'No threat.'
'And no Burial Realm Scavengers at the edge of my perception.'
'Safe.'
'But...'
Jiang Han's perception swept across his body and Grotto Heaven. Both were vigorous and hale, showing no signs of damage. A short, green blade floated serenely within his Grotto Heaven, emanating the might of a Sacred Artifact.
'Better than ever before.'
