This man managed to come here alive purely through his willpower.
Straining to hold himself up, he was now at the end of his strength.
"Thank you, my lord, for being willing to reach out and save the people."
After leaving these words, the man breathed his last.
"Zhen Lingling, bury him. I need to go to the Celestial Sect now," Mo Lin slowly said to Zhen Lingling.
"Understood," Zhen Lingling nodded.
Thus, Mo Lin set out for the Celestial Sect.
Driving to the Celestial Sect took too long.
Mo Lin found an airline and took a helicopter to the Celestial Sect.
Two hours later, Mo Lin arrived in Yanjing.
Blood-red clouds covered the sky.
Bodies were scattered everywhere.
Blood pooled like a stream!
The closer Mo Lin got to the Celestial Sect, the more bodies he encountered.
Daoist cultivators...
They were all Daoist cultivators who had not entered the Red Dust Path.
As he went further, the bodies of One-Color Red Dust Immortals appeared.
