If Luo Chen were here, he would certainly recognize at a glance that the young man was none other than He Yuan, the direct disciple of the Yuan Mo Sect whom he had met twice in the past.
And this blood-robed Daoist was clearly Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.
He stood quietly in the expanse of the Blood Sea, with a look of sentiment on his face.
"Ancestor, if you hadn't perished, how could my Yuan Mo Sect have fallen into the hands of the Demon Clan."
Then, he shook his head again.
"If the Yuan Mo Sect hadn't been destroyed, how could I defy the rules of the first ancestor to achieve what I desire in my heart, attempting to unify the three veins and accomplish the True Body of the Blood Sea."
Muttering, he was about to step into the Blood Sea.
At this moment, the sound of a captivating sword resounded.
Within the Blood Sea, the waves surged like dragons, and a streak of blood light shot out, transforming into an ancient battle sword.
