When his eyes focused again, Gu Fan found that the soft warmth was gone, and the smell of Bai Bing's body was replaced by the nauseating, metallic stench of rotting flesh and blood.
The Sanctum had vanished and he was suddenly standing in a battlefield.
The roof above his head was gone, replaced by a sickly red sky. The ground beneath him was seeping with blood, and all around him, to the horizons his eyes could see, there were literal mountains of mutilated corpses.
And in the distance, a horrific battle was raging.
Thousands of heavily armoured warriors were locked in a gruesome slaughter against massive, nightmarish beasts.
Gu Fan watched as in front of hi very eyes, a man's head was cleanly bitten off by a three-headed wolf, and the blood fountained out of his neck painting the ground.
Another warrior ripped the guts out of a giant, scaled serpent with his bare hands, and its bloodcurdling screams echoed in the red sky.
