A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

In just a few moments, the Forbidden City was shattered by the blood waves that surrounded it from all sides.

First, the outermost palace wall.

When hit by the first wave of blood, it managed to hold on for a second or two.

But soon, the wall cracked with a "crack".

Immediately afterwards, the entire palace wall collapsed like dominoes, one section after another, crashing into the blood-soaked water and splashing up a crimson spray.

Then there were the palaces.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony, the Hall of Central Harmony, and the Hall of Preserving Harmony—the three main halls collapsed one after another.

The golden glazed tiles tumbled a few times in the blood-red waves before sinking without even a bubble.

Those carved beams and painted rafters, those upturned eaves, those vermilion pillars, those white marble steps—

It's all gone.

Needless to say, those Ming soldiers in golden armor were even more formidable.

They were just yelling and charging forward,

As a result, when the blood wave came, he was swept up before he could even finish shouting "Ah!"

The golden armor on his body made a "sizzling" sound in the blood, as if it were being corroded by sulfuric acid, quickly turning black, becoming brittle, and then shattering.

Their bodies struggled a few times in the bloody water, then became completely still, slowly sinking into the depths of the blood sea, becoming part of this crimson ocean.

A tremendous rumbling sound echoed through this secret realm, one after another, like someone banging on a broken gong.

The sound traveled far and wide, echoing across the sea of ​​blood, carrying a sense of oppressive stillness and impending doom.

Faced with such a horrific natural disaster, everything else seems so insignificant.

I don't care about your supernatural powers realm or anything like that, I don't care about your military formation or anything like that, I don't care about your imperial seal or anything like that—

Before the might of heaven and earth, they are all utter trash.

A few minutes later, the Forbidden City was no longer visible in this secret realm; only a sea of ​​blood remained.

An endless, crimson, churning sea of ​​blood.

Some debris was floating on the sea.

Broken roof beams, shattered tiles, several pieces of cloth that had turned white from being soaked, and some fragments of some unknown object.

They rose and fell in the blood-red waves, like a group of homeless, wandering ghosts searching for their final resting place.

At the center of the sea of ​​blood, a red lotus platform rises and falls with the waves of blood.

The lotus platform was about ten feet square, entirely blood red, with layers upon layers of petals, each petal shimmering with a dark red luster, as if carved from the purest ruby.

The center of the lotus platform is concave, like a soft, blood-red velvet carpet. It's so soft and comfortable to sit on, even more comfortable than any genuine leather sofa.

Ji Zuodao sat inside the lotus platform, one leg crossed and the other bent, his elbow resting on his knee, his hand supporting his chin, his posture so leisurely and carefree.

His black trench coat fluttered slightly in the bloody wind, and his hair was also blown into a mess.

But he didn't care at all. He just squinted at the sea of ​​blood he had created, with a "I'm awesome" expression on his face.

Qiqi sat next to him, her little hands supporting her on the edge of the lotus platform, leaning half her body out of the platform. Looking at the boundless sea of ​​blood around her, her big, watery eyes were wide open, her little face filled with surprise and excitement.

"Wow--!"

Qiqi let out a long exclamation, her voice carrying the unique clarity and joy of a child, echoing above the sea of ​​blood.

"Brother! This is amazing! It's so much fun!"

As she spoke, she stretched out a small foot and tentatively probed into the sea of ​​blood.

As soon as her toes touched the surface of the blood, she felt a warm sensation, like soaking in warm water, which made her groan softly.

"Qiqi has never played in the water before!"

She turned her head and looked at Ji Zuodao, her small face filled with a pure and heartfelt joy, her big eyes sparkling like two black grapes that had been washed with water.

Seeing her so happy, Ji Zuodao couldn't help but smile as well.

"Isn't it fun? I'll take you to play often from now on."

"Really?"

"real."

"yeah!"

Qi Qi cheered, then turned back to continue exploring this novel sea of ​​blood.

She would put her hand into the bloody water for a while, feeling the warm liquid flowing through her fingers, and she would giggle.

She stood up again a moment later, hopping and skipping along the edge of the lotus platform, watching the waves of blood surge in and recede one after another, as if playing hide-and-seek with her.

She was having a great time, her little face flushed, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she was completely unaware of it, just busy playing around.

While playing, Qiqi suddenly stopped.

She tilted her head, looking at the blood churning in the sea of ​​blood, her little nose twitching slightly, as if she were smelling something.

Then, she stretched out her little hand, dipped her finger in the blood, and looked at it in front of her eyes.

The blood trembled slightly on her fingertips, gleaming with a dark red luster in the twilight, looking like a red dewdrop.

Qiqi hesitated for a moment, then put the finger in her mouth and sucked on it gently.

Then--

Her eyes lit up instantly.

The brightness was like that of two small light bulbs.

"Oh~!"

Qiqi let out a satisfied sigh, a look of ecstasy on her little face, as if she had tasted some unparalleled delicacy.

"It smells so good! It tastes so good!"

She licked her lips, savoring the taste, and then reached out her little hand, ready to try some more.

But this time, she leaned too far out and lost her balance—

"oops!"

Qi Qi cried out in alarm and plunged headlong into the sea of ​​blood. Her small hands flailed wildly in the air, trying to grab onto something, but she caught nothing.

Just as her nose was about to touch the blood, a large hand reached out from behind her, grabbed her waist, and lifted her up.

"You little rascal, how can you be so reckless?"

Ji Zuodao's voice came from above her head, carrying a hint of helplessness and a hint of amusement.

He scooped Qiqi back up, placed her in the center of the lotus platform, and then reached out and gently patted her little hand.

"Smack."

The sound was soft and the force was light, like swatting away a mosquito.

"They'll put anything in their mouths, isn't that dirty?"

Ji Zuodao squatted down in front of her, his face stern, trying to look serious, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Qiqi didn't cry or make a fuss when he clapped her hands. She just pouted, looked at him with a pitiful expression, and shook her head.

"It's not dirty..."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of grievance and resentment.

"It all smells like my brother... so fragrant... and not dirty..."

When she said this, her big eyes were watery, making her look like a wronged kitten, so pitiful that it was impossible for anyone to continue being stern with her.