Amidst the rolling waves of blood, pieces of blood-red stones gradually emerged.

They interlocked and coalesced, constructing a blood-colored staircase before Lis.

Just as expected!

Lis thought to himself, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

He then killed another Blood Beast, once more manipulating its Power of Blood, constructing a new step in the same manner.

One, two, three... Step by step, they continued to appear, collectively forming a staircase suspended within the Sea of Blood.

This staircase was winding and meandering, extending in the direction of that blood-red Sun, like a passage to an unknown World.

Lis took a deep breath and stepped onto the first step.

In an instant, a powerful Strength surged from the stairs, pouring into his body.

He felt his body becoming lighter and his Strength more abundant.

He walked upwards step by step, feeling an increasingly intimate connection to this World, with a growing sense of the blood-red Sun.

Each step seemed to bear endless Evil, with dark red liquid flowing on its surface, neither blood nor bloodless, exuding a nauseating stench of Qi.

The color was eerily red, as if it flowed from the Hell Abyss, carrying the curse of Death and despair.

Lis climbed over ten thousand blood-colored steps, reaching the top of the long staircase.

And there, the previously unreachable Sun suddenly appeared before Lis.

However, this Sun was completely different from what he had imagined.

He did not feel the expected scorching heat nor was he blinded by the dazzling light.

Instead, there was an extremely rich and pure Blood Energy.

The Blood Fog, almost tangible, slowly enveloped his body, seeping into his pores, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Lis paused for a moment, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.

He silently prepared himself and slowly reached out to the blood-red Sun.

The instant his fingers touched the blood-red Sun, an intense blood-red brilliance erupted from its center like a volcanic explosion.

This brilliance was blinding and dazzling, enveloping everything in this World.

When this intense light finally faded away, Lis’s figure had disappeared.

The once endless blood-colored staircase beneath his feet also gradually vanished into the Void like a fleeting dream.

After an unknown period, when Lis reopened his eyes, he was surprised to find himself in a dilapidated palace.

The walls of the palace were covered with black vines, twisted and coiled like sinister snakes, exuding an eerie aura.

The floor tiles of the palace had long been shattered, with dried and blackened blood stains flowing through the cracks.

Those stains twisted and turned, as if forming a path leading to Hell.

In the center of the palace was a massive blood-colored throne.

The throne was constructed from unknown bones, emitting a subtle pressure that dared not be gazed upon directly.

Seated upon the throne was a slender skeleton.

The skeleton wore a torn black robe, which fluttered gently in the breeze, emitting a rustling sound.

Its eyes were hollow and lifeless, yet it seemed to be staring at Lis all along.