When Lin Jiu's footsteps arrived here, within this sea of blood, there was immediately a vague line of sight that fell on Lin Jiu's body.

"I've seen Styx-senpai." Lin Jiu bowed from afar.

This line of sight, without a doubt, originated from the Styx people of the Sea of Blood.

After all, the current Lin Jiu was walking on the body of the Blood Sea Styx River Dao Man.

That is, there has never been any dispute between him and the Blood Sea Styx River people, and after his debut, he has a tacit understanding with the Blood Sea Styx River people.

Otherwise, he would never have been able to set foot in this blood-colored place of tranquility.

For a moment, focusing on Lin Jiu's gaze, he finally retreated.

And in front of Lin Jiu's eyes, the truth of the sea of blood also gradually emerged.

The surrounding environment is becoming more and more quiet.

Subsequently, the silence turned into a pure and incomparable static character.

Under this incomparable stillness, the flow of time seems to have slowed down.

And in this extremely quiet environment, all thoughts, all movements, are also suppressed to a minimum.

Think again about the past of this land of blood.

In an instant, Lin Jiu understood why in the primeval flood and even earlier eras, those divine beings who could not sleep forever would choose to build their tombs in this land of the sea of blood.

In addition to the fact that this land of blood is guarded by the strong man of the Blood Sea Styx, it is also because this land of blood has an incomparably quiet characteristic, which can make people sleep peacefully.

Those fallen powerhouses, even if they fall, a new consciousness is born in their corpses, and the consciousness that has just been born will only sleep quietly in the tomb under the quiet influence of this sea of blood.

Connected with the increasing tranquility is the increasing depth.

When the first tall tomb appeared in front of Lin Jiu's eyes, Lin Jiu knew that it was time for his steps to stop—and further inside, it was the place where those strong men had built tombs for themselves in the primeval flood and earlier periods.

In the same way, this is also the real core of this sea of blood.

If you go any further, you may be annoyed by the people of the Blood Sea Styx who seem to be asleep and awake now.

He stood where he was, and he pulled forward.

The formless and phaseless fluctuations follow time and space.

In an instant, a Blood Sea Styx River Dao Man appeared in front of Lin Jiu's eyes—the Blood Sea Styx River Dao People he had seen before were all wearing blood-colored Dao robes, and the Blood Sea Styx River Dao People who appeared in front of Lin Jiu at this time were all black.

"I thought that when His Majesty the Demon Emperor was in retreat, the idea of riding the wind and traveling around the four extremes and eight wildernesses, so as for the sea of blood, I didn't want to, His Majesty the Demon Emperor actually came here in person." The black-clad Blood Sea Styx said—apparently, it was just a manifestation of a thought of the Blood Sea Styx River Man in retreat.

"I'm afraid that between heaven and earth, some people don't want me to wait for a peaceful retreat." Lin Jiu had dealt with the Blood Sea Styx River people more than once, and naturally he had an incomparable understanding of his temperament, and when he spoke, he was also straightforward.

"The predecessors are restrained, and the Da Luo of Buddhism has returned to heaven and earth."

"In this way, I'm afraid that His Majesty the Demon Emperor will have to go there in person to awaken the body and get it out." Said the Styx of the Blood Sea.

Naturally, there is a difference between the retreats of these would-be saints and the retreats of ordinary practitioners.

Ordinary practitioners are in retreat, but whenever they touch any change, they will wake up immediately.

And the retreat of these would-be saints is already similar to those Da Luo Supremes, and in the process of retreat, they hardly feel any sense of crisis.

Moreover, in the process of their retreat, they were also wholeheartedly intoxicated by the mysteries of Da Luo.

Even if there are thoughts to travel to the eight extremes during retreat, the news brought back by these thoughts will hardly have any effect on the would-be saints who are in retreat.

Or, to put it more accurately, these scattered thoughts are just a way for the would-be saints in retreat to learn about heaven and earth.

It is only when they leave the customs that the news of these thoughts will ripple in the minds of these would-be saints and attract the attention of these prospective saints.

And to awaken a would-be saint in retreat, another would-be saint has to go there himself – or maybe they themselves sense something and wake up.

As for this thought, to put it mildly, even if Lin Jiu wiped out this idea on the spot, it would not have any impact on the people of the Blood Sea Styx River who were in retreat.

Of course, if Lin Jiu didn't do anything about this thought, but directly lifted those graves, the people of the Blood Sea Styx River who were in retreat would inevitably be awakened and break out.

However, at that time, Lin Jiu would have to face the furious Blood Sea Styx Dao people.

This is not what he intended.

"Please also ask the seniors to lead the way." Lin Jiu nodded.

The quasi-saint has already comprehended the mysteries of Da Luo, and time and space are in a ring, self-contained - even if Lin Jiu falls on the sea of blood at this time, in fact, he and the sea of blood under his feet are still covered by a layer of time and space.

Only the current thoughts of the Blood Sea Styx River People personally guide the way, so that Lin Jiu can avoid the confusion of this time and space without facing the Blood Sea Styx River people, find the real retreat of the Blood Sea Styx River people, find the real Blood Sea Styx River people, and find the real, Blood Sea Styx!

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, please." The Styx River people of the Blood Sea dressed in black went straight forward.

Lin Jiu followed in his footsteps.

In the core of this sea of blood, the further you go, the more there are those graves, and the breath on the graves is more and more quaint.

Even, when passing by some of the graves, Lin Jiu clearly noticed the obscure vitality and chaotic thoughts that originated from the tombs—he didn't know if this was the revival of the divine in the tombs, or if the spirituality was directly born from their corpses.

Feeling the qi inside the many tombs, Lin Jiu also had some speculation about the origin of the countless Asuras in the sea of blood.

I don't know, the source of those asuras lies in these tombs!

The consciousness that should not be born in these mounds sank into this sea of blood through some kind of mysterious connection, and on the periphery of the sea of blood, based on the origin of the sea of blood, the existence of an asura was born.

Moving forward for a while, Lin Jiu's gaze moved slightly.

But among these many tombs, he saw the clothes and mounds belonging to the people of Hongyun Dao, as well as the empty tombs that Zhen Yuanzi had set up for himself.

"Ontological consciousness is here." The black-clothed Taoist who led the way pointed to the clothed mound of the Red Cloud Daoist.