The blood rain in the Heavenly Demon Realm will never stop.

Han Qing, on the other hand, once again returned to the northwest where the Silent Spirit Department was located.

Here, the sea of blood has long been surging, and even the highest mountain top has been submerged.

Han Qing was also worried in his heart, could the imprint of water in the five elements really succeed?

But no matter what, he's going to have to give it a try.

Immediately, Han Qing took a deep breath, jumped down, and instantly disappeared into the sea of blood.

Soon, he sank to the deepest part and sat down cross-legged.

Han Qing's divine thoughts spread out, sensing something in this sea of lifeless blood.

Time passes, and I don't know how the years have changed.

At the bottom of the sea of blood, there was a corpse that was almost completely buried in the mud.

There was an endless stream of dead air, constantly pouring into this corpse and spreading out of it.

And just like that, the cycle goes on and over again.

And the internal organs of this corpse, the meridians and bones, are all soaked with dead air.

Slowly, the dead qi in the sea of blood reached a state of equilibrium with the corpse.

It's like this corpse has become a part of this sea of blood.

Time flies, year after year......

In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed.

This bloody rain has also rained for a whole hundred years.

At this time, the rain of blood in the sky became much smaller, and it seemed that it was about to stop.

"I...... Who is it?" Suddenly, a trance voice sounded in this sea of blood.

At this time, the countless Blood Sea Yin Spirits formed because of the incomparably rich dead qi all stopped, as if they were listening to something.

And in this endless sea of blood, the voice has been echoing: "Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?"

This sea of blood seems to have given birth to a ray of consciousness.

But I don't know whether this sea of blood was consciously born, or whether it was consciously integrated into this sea of blood.

And suddenly, in this sea of blood, countless eye-like whirlpools suddenly appeared, as if they were looking at the world.

"Who am I?"

"Perhaps, I am the ...... of the sea."

The wisp of consciousness that this creates is talking to itself.

Yes, he is this sea, and this sea is also him.

With the passage of time, this wisp of consciousness is becoming stronger.

He was observing the world in a daze......

I don't know how many years have passed, but on this day, this wisp of consciousness, I suddenly found a young man in the sea of blood.

This young man was dressed in black with strange patterns, exuding a thick demonic aura on his body, and his face was covered with blood-like blood lines.

Suddenly, the young man shuddered and opened his eyes suddenly.

Then, his expression changed dramatically, exuding endless fear and disbelief.

Immediately afterward, he ran out and began to flee frantically.

His speed was so fast that it turned into a ray of light.

And in the light, it seems that there is a huge demon bat that is desperately flapping its wings.

That wisp of thought, but he chased it relentlessly, he was too curious.

The giant demon bat, let out a scream of fear, began to burn its origin and escaped.

For that thought, it was just fun.

When I get tired of it, I take it back.

Time passed rapidly, and the blood rain in the Heavenly Demon Realm finally stopped.

On the sea, the figure of a monk began to appear.

They began to build islands on the sea, and then cities on islands.

At first, I was still interested in observing that thought, but after a while, I got tired of it again.

Slowly, the thought began to fall silent.

Its source, however, is connected by an invisible thread to a corpse that has long been buried deep in the mud.

The corpse's forehead flickered with a faint light from time to time.

This corpse is none other than Han Qing.

At this time, he was in a state of suspended animation.

That wisp of thought was generated spontaneously after the soul fell silent, and this body reached a balance with the sea of blood.

Han Qing didn't know that this state was actually a form of beheading.

He cut off this body, cut off the soul of the origin, and cut off the connection with this heaven and earth.

But in this state, an independent consciousness is born.

It can be regarded as Han Qing, or it may not be Han Qing.

On this day, an old man with white hair and white beard suddenly appeared on this sea of blood.

This old man, dressed in a Dan robe, had the aroma of an elixir all over his body.

The old man looked at this sea of blood with a hint of astonishment.

And in the sea of blood, the wisp of consciousness that was born was also looking at the old man.

The old man gave it a familiar feeling.

In this way, the old man stood here for a whole month before he sighed.

"This ...... Is that the way you're going?"

Immediately, the old man turned and left.

And this wisp of thought, for some reason, suddenly felt a feeling that I had never felt before, called sadness......