Chapter 1115: The Purpose of the Blood Sea in Life Province (1/2)

Carmine Eternal was seconds away from being crushed into dust by that horrific point, but the Bridge of Forgetfulness barreled out at a crucial moment.

“What is that?!” The shadowy finger jerked back, as if electrocuted, and the figure swiftly dodged to the side, evading the blow by the skin of its teeth.

Sadly, the bridge couldn’t exert even a thousandth of its power here. If it did, the Tomb of Heaven and Earth would instantly explode at the seams, but it would also take the figure with it.

However, the figure still sensed the terrifying depths of the bridge and turned pale with dread.

“Lu Yun, he’s the one behind the Blood Sea in Life Province!” Carmine Eternal swiftly hopped onto the bridge when she had a moment of breathing space and gasped out this tidbit with the last of her strength.

And then she collapsed, having fainted dead away.

Lu Yun stood at the top of the bridge and narrowed his eyes at the figure. It didn’t seem to be actually alive—it was more a shadow projected into their realm through the void. Hazy and indistinct, Lu Yun couldn’t make out its face.

He could tell it was humanoid, but nothing else.

Two beams of light shot out from the figure’s eyes and fixed onto the Bridge of Forgetfulness. It didn’t pay any attention to the insignificant entities on the bridge.

“What are you?” the figure asked warily.

Lu Yun stepped on the bridge a few times, conveying his intentions. An enormous face floated onto the Bridge of Forgetfulness.

“And who are you?” it asked in return.

“Hmph!” snorted the figure instead of answering. Its form grew fainter and slowly faded away.

“Wait, that’s it? That’s all it took to scare it off?” Lu Yun blinked with great surprise.

“Its plan to capture the Blood Sea has failed and the bridge demonstrated strength on par with it just now. There’s no point in it further remaining here,” Qing Yu breathed out with relief.

The bridge hadn’t been able to deploy all of its strength because for one, the tomb was unable to withstand its full might, and secondly, its spirit was too weak to control its entire body.

Forcing that impossibly strong existence into a retreat was the best outcome for them. Lu Yun didn’t want to really fight the figure either. One was never afraid of thieves stealing away goods, but of thieves committing their marks to memory.

“Can you tell where it comes from?” Lu Yun asked the Bridge of Forgetfulness.

“No… No such being exists in the fourth realm, and it’s not strong enough to go there either.” Though the bridge wasn’t a great heavyweight in the fourth realm, it didn’t number among the weakest, either. While it’d once turned into a zombie bridge and used the ghostface maggots and corpse flies to hunt for food, it still possessed its own barometer of strength.

“The third realm, then?” Lu Yun and Qing Yu looked at each other, both thinking of the little girl in a red dress.