Chapter 1091

The group of cultivators began to cross the sea, preparing to climb the Stairway to Heaven.

There were no boats on the Blood Sea, but it was not difficult for them to walk on the water. Sure enough, the group did not sink when they stepped on the surface of the Blood Sea. Instead, they continued to walk on the Blood Sea.

The first person to enter the Blood Sea was soon a dozen steps away. The Blood Sea was rolling, and huge waves were surging, but it did not harm this person. When everyone saw that the first person was not in danger, they all became excited. Then, they quickly entered the Blood Sea and flew towards the center of the sea.

Maybe it was because there were too many people, or because they were moving too fast, but some of the cultivators gradually lost control of their strength and fell into the Blood Sea.

Zi Chen looked at the group of people crossing the Blood Sea like a tide, and was slightly lost in thought. Many years ago, a Human Element cultivator was a heavenly existence in his eyes. Zi Chen could not see a Human Element cultivator as he wished. At that time, Zi Chen thought that Human Element cultivators were too rare, almost like treasures.

But many years later, when Zi Chen reached this level, he realized that Human Element cultivators were like cabbages in the world. There were too many of them to count.

Sure enough, one could only see certain things when one reached a certain height.

"I wonder if one day I reach the Earth Element Realm, will there be so many Earth Element cultivators like cabbages?"

Zi Chen thought to himself, but it was not a realistic question, because there were not many Earth Element cultivators in the world.

But without reaching that level, how could Zi Chen know how many Earth Element cultivators there were in the world?

Zi Chen, who was lost in thought, quickly came back to his senses, because he made a very important discovery.

The cultivators who fell into the Blood Sea did not appear again. Not a single one. They fell into the Blood Sea as if they had sunk to the bottom of the sea, and did not show their heads once.

The Blood Sea was roaring, but Zi Chen could not hear the sound of waves crashing. The cultivators were falling, but Zi Chen could not hear the splash.

It was as if the whole world had become strangely quiet, strangely silent, and strangely strange at the same time.

The cultivators who crossed the sea of blood all had the same expression. They were neither happy nor sad, and it was difficult to see any flaws in their expressions. However, when they saw that many of their companions did not get up after falling, their expressions should have changed.

However, they didn't. Their expressions were calm and even focused.

Zi Chen could see them clearly. He saw their calm and focused expressions. They were not far apart, but he felt that they were very far apart. It was as if they were in two different worlds. What he saw was clear yet blurry, full of contradictions.

Finally, one of the cultivators took a step back. However, this small step was very obvious in the group of cultivators who were all moving forward.

The attention of Zi Chen and the others immediately fell on this cultivator. They saw him take another step back, and then a third step.

After taking three steps back, a beam of light suddenly shot out from his body. Then, his figure disappeared into thin air above the sea of blood.

A person had disappeared into thin air.

While Zi Chen and the others were still trying to figure out what was going on, it was as if a chain reaction had occurred. From every direction of the Blood Sea, various lights lit up, and each light represented the disappearance of a cultivator.

The cultivators who disappeared all had one thing in common. They all took three steps back at the same time.

But where did they go after disappearing?

Besides Zi Chen, there were many other cultivators who did not enter the sea. At this moment, they were all puzzled. However, it was clear that they had not entered the Heaven Realm.

If they fell into the sea of blood, they would never float up again. If they retreated, they would disappear. It was clear that the only correct path was forward.

Lv Peng looked ahead and said seriously, "There is no sound coming from the Blood Sea. The angry sea is still rolling, so there should be no sound. The biggest possibility is that sound is blocked. There should be a system of its own, or a small world."

"Perhaps they encountered some kind of array and are now in it. If they want to break the array, they can only go forward. If they fall or retreat, they will disappear."

"They slipped into the sea. Could it be that they encountered something that frightened them? They retreated. Could it be that they encountered something impossible?"

Without entering the sea of blood, all the guesses in the outside world were useless. Only by experiencing it personally would they know what they had foreseen, why they slipped, and why they retreated.

After looking for a long time and not understanding anything, Zi Chen and the others decided to cross the sea. During this time, the various forces kept sending messages to their companions in the sea, but there was no response. Zi Chen naturally gave up on the idea of going in alone and waiting for the others.

The group moved forward and stepped into the sea of blood.

As soon as they stepped foot on it, a force would naturally appear to hold their bodies. Although it was said that they were stepping on the sea of blood, it was no different from flat ground.

Zi Chen stepped into the sea of blood and then saw the sea of fire. He was in the middle of the sea of fire. Flames burned around him, and a pungent burnt smell entered his nose. Zi Chen almost suffocated.

Looking at the flames around him and the charred corpses on the ground, Zi Chen frowned. The extremely cruel scene in front of him was actually somewhat familiar.

Zi Chen had killed countless people in his life, but there were very few cases where he had set fire after killing people. It was so rare that he could not remember it at all.

"It's an illusion." Zi Chen tried hard to remember if he had killed or set fire before, but he could not remember. He thought it was an illusion.

The temperature of the flames around him clearly reached his senses. He tried to take a step forward and accidentally stepped on a dry branch that had not yet been set on fire, making a clear cracking sound.

Everything was very real, but Zi Chen could not remember when he had killed these people.

He walked forward step by step and looked around. Then, he saw some buildings burning in flames. It looked like a sect, but it had already been wiped out. A few heart-wrenching cries for help could be heard from the flames.

Zi Chen tried hard to remember which sect had a grudge against him and which had received retribution. In the end, he thought of the Martial Ancestor.

"Could it be the Martial Ancestor?" Zi Chen walked through the sea of fire, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, his expression froze. His eyes stared straight ahead. There, there was a huge sign on fire, but he could barely see the words on the sign.

Nimbus Martial Ancestor.

A name that was hidden in the bottom of Zi Chen's heart, a name that he had almost forgotten. The memories that were about to disappear suddenly surged into Zi Chen's mind like a tide.

Scenes from many years ago appeared one after another. It was not him who had killed people, but people who had destroyed his sect.

"Yes, this is the Nimbus Martial Ancestor. My sect was destroyed by the Martial Ancestor. The Grand Elder was killed, and so was the Punishment Hall Master."

The memories in Zi Chen's mind overlapped with the sea of fire in front of him.

Sure enough, in less than a moment, a familiar shout rang out. A figure passed through the sea of fire. It was a young man who looked very young. His face was filled with grief as he rushed into the sea of fire. He began to call out the names of his friends, and then began to search among the corpses.

"Grand Elder."

"Hall Master."

"Lin Xue."

"Su Mengyao."

Zi Chen quietly looked at the young and immature Zi Chen. He looked at himself in the past, at the despair that appeared on his face when he saw a female corpse.

Although this scene looked very strange, Zi Chen looked at it calmly.

The scene of the destruction of his sect appeared again. The young man was very sad, but Zi Chen was very calm. He was now sure that this was an illusion.

In the sea of blood, Zi Chen's expression was calm. His steps were also very calm. Every step was the same as he walked towards the center of the sea of blood.

During this time, there were still people falling into the sea and people disappearing. However, Zi Chen seemed to be unaware. He slowly but firmly walked forward.

Just like what had happened in the past, the young man did not find the person he wanted alive. Then, he met the Martial Ancestor's people and began his life of escape.

In this life of escape, he was injured, killed people, ate wild fruits, ate raw meat, and chewed grass. He was sullen, and he was strong.

As if the scene had reappeared, Zi Chen saw the small village again. He saw the young Wang Xian 'er, Wang Qiong, Wang Shan, and Wang Shi who had died many years ago.

Then, he saw the monk, Su Mengyao, Lin Xue, and many more people in Cangli City.

Zi Chen did not know what this illusion was trying to express. There were very few heartwarming scenes. Most of them were killings, blood, and faces of despair and indifference.

Despair belonged to those who were killed by Zi Chen. The indifferent faces belonged to Zi Chen.

In the end, bloody scenes appeared in front of Zi Chen. There were headless corpses flying backward, heads rolling down, expressions of those who died with grievances, bloodstains that dyed the ground red, souls that turned into ghosts due to deep resentment, and Abdomen who self-destructed due to unwillingness and despair. There were all kinds of bloody scenes.

These people were all killed by Zi Chen. However, Zi Chen could only remember a small portion of them. He could not remember the faces and names of most of them, but he killed them all.

The scenes of killing were still being shown. It was like a fast-forwarded camera. However, even if it was deliberately sped up, it only reached the scene of Zi Chen's Elixir essence.

This was because Zi Chen had killed too many people in his life. He had killed countless people.

In addition to the images, Zi Chen heard voices echoing in his ears. These voices were resentful, weeping, and demanding his life. They were like evil spirits and ghosts that constantly floated around him and spoke in his ears.

Looking at the bloody scenes in front of him, listening to the voices demanding his life, as well as the voices that were mercilessly condemning Zi Chen's sins like the Heavenly Dao.

Zi Chen was expressionless. He quietly watched the young Zi Chen in front of him moving towards maturity. He quietly watched the enemies being killed one by one. He quietly listened to the voices demanding his life and the condemnation of the Heavenly Dao. He quietly watched everything with a calm expression.

In this way, he did not know how many scenes of killing. Zi Chen frowned and gradually felt impatient. He looked at the void and said calmly, "I don't know what you are going to tell me. Maybe you want me to realize my mistakes, or maybe you want me to be dusty. No matter what your purpose is, I want to say that I have no regrets for what I have done in this life."

Zi Chen shouted, "I have a clear conscience, so I have no regrets."