While Gu Lingzhi and Rong Yuan were on the seventh level of the main hall learning about the history of the Sacred Lands, the people outside busied themselves as well.

A few moments after they had been teleported into Liu Yiyan’s space-dimension realm, yet another Martial Artist coughed up blood as he flew out of the main hall. He was not as lucky as the first Martial Artist that had flown out, as he laid on the floor unconscious.

The Martial Sages that had sent him in immediately crowded around to assess the situation, before realizing that that Martial Artist had stopped breathing. He had coughed up all his lifeblood. When one’s lifeblood was used up, they would die.

“The Spiritual Being is so cruel to kill off someone’s soul like that,” one of the Martial Sages sighed.

If one was physically hurt, they could heal themselves with Spiritual Medicine. However, once one’s soul was injured, it could never be recovered again. The remaining parts of the soul could only recover after a long period of time. If too much of the soul was lost, then one would die. No one thought that...