In a blood-red world, the entire vast world was blood-red.
There was only an unending stream of red, with no other scenery but the blood-red currents.
Suddenly,
a figure appeared out of nowhere in this red world, and when the figure raised his head, he closely resembled a knockoff version of Zhang Xiaohao.
The figure stood bewildered in this world of red, walking forward.
Perhaps he didn't even know why he kept walking, as if something ahead was waiting for him.
He kept telling himself that he must not fall! He had to reach the end!
As time passed by, one year, two years, five years...
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed in this blood-red world!
A hundred years brought great changes, and under the erosion of time, everything was decaying.
The originally handsome face, under the erosion of time, became white-haired and stooped, struggling to take steps forward.
Where he passed, trails of crimson blood flowed from beneath his feet.
