valuable. Keep it carefully. It may save your life at a critical moment." Li Baxian instructed.A golden body charm, that's an indestructible barrier. After all, it's bestowed by heaven, a protection n...Three figures stood outside of Mount Xuefeng, three hundred li away. Among them were the two sisters, Xiangyin.

The Xuan Yu's body trembled slightly. Although she had long heard of the terrifying power of the red talismans forged by the Small Folk, seeing it with her own eyes was a completely different experience. Under such terror, Yue Yao's cultivation in the later stages seemed incredibly fragile, easily obliterated at will.

Xiang Yin's face flickered in the blood moon's light, her eyes flashing with a hint of shame before being replaced by determination. In this place, under these circumstances, everything she did was just for survival, unrelated to personal grudges. Besides, she and Lu Ye didn't have any grudges against each other.

Standing before the two sisters was a man dressed in a blood-red robe, covering his face and head. He couldn't be seen clearly. When Xuan Yu came to this place with Xiang Yin before, she had already seen this person.

Although I don't know this person, his attire speaks volumes—he's undoubtedly a cultivator from Mount Blood!

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Even if he were at his peak, let alone now when he's past his prime, under this kind of terrifying pressure, it's doubtful he could even exert 30% of his true strength.

The red-robed cultivator's eyes widened in disbelief. It was simply unimaginable how someone could possess such terrifying sanctity!

The sanctity of heaven compared to the feeling at this moment is like fireflies and the full moon competing for brilliance.

He already had some understanding of the matter from Xiangyin, and even personally inquired with two nearby cultivators, but what he heard was completely different from his own personal experience.

Some cognitions are impossible to imagine without firsthand experience.

Suddenly, the world went dark. When he lifted his head again, Lu Ye was right before him. A flash of blade light passed by, and the red-robed cultivator's vision flipped upside down before slowly fading to black. Lu Ye were a member of the Human Tribe, Duan Xiuchen wouldn't have thought much about it. The rise of the East was a fortunate event, and a joyous occasion for the Human Tribes. But the crucial point...