Day after day, until nearly a month had passed.
At dusk, the setting sun made the sky bleed.
The endlessly surging Beast Tide finally scattered like birds and beasts, receding like the ocean tide.
Beneath the blood-soaked sky, a boundless sea of blood still churned.
Countless human corpses and demon beast carcasses—some whole, some broken, some mere fragments—tumbled in the crimson seawater, a grim and glaring sight.
The surviving Cultivators, in groups of two and three, cleaned up the gory battlefield under the command of the Chen Family's Foundation Establishment cultivators.
High in the sky, Chen Family Cultivators hovered, casting spells. They assisted the Chen Family's Nascent Soul existence, who was suspended even higher, in manipulating the weather to obliterate the dense Blood Qi that had accumulated in the heavens.
