A unique power encircled the Blood Sea and isolated it from the outside world, which in turn isolated the Dao Flowers. However, the flowers didn’t bloom immediately even after Qing Han and the others stepped ashore.

The spark of hope had resurrected it and repaired the path of cultivation it contained, but civilization’s irrigation was required for the flower to bloom properly. In other words, it needed to absorb the different walks of life of this era.

“Where do we go now?” Lu Qingshuang asked timidly, approaching Lu Yun. “Back to Xiankan, or to Dusk Province?”

She, too, was terrified by her clansman. Although she and her companions weren’t hurt, they weren’t able to wrap their minds around what had just happened. Had they really survived three...