“Hehe, young man, it’s the first time you’ve been to this Everlasting Sea of Blood right?” asked the blind old man with a smile as he came up to Chu Feng. He had the cultivation of the eighth level of the Heaven realm, and was clearly a World Spiritist.
His eyes could not see, so he used Spirit power to observe things. That was understandable, so Chu Feng’s didn’t blame him, and politely replied, “Senior, it is indeed the first time I’ve been here. I wonder, why is this place so special?”
“This place has existed since ancient times, and the specific origins of it cannot be tracked down. There are many versions people talk of: some people say it was naturally formed, some say it was formed by oddities… But, my favourite version comes from a legend of the Ancient Era,” said the blind old man rather pleasedly as he stroked his snow-white beard.
“Oh? What kind of legend is it? Senior, can you tell me?”