On the bluestone was bloodstained, already dried up, leaving only a faint trace of blood, not knowing when it had fallen here, nor how long it had been stained.
But even with just a faint trace of blood remaining, it was unimaginable.
A halo diffused within the bloodstain, glowing with a dazzling light that was brilliant to the point of being blinding. From afar, it resembled a Golden Crow burning fiercely, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.
In the distance, threads of Emperor Radiance flowed from within the golden halo, like Jadescent Nectar, yet also resembling tumultuous waves.
That was Imperial Blood.
The blood of a Quasi-Emperor.
In other words,
on this ancient road, there had been a being of Quasi-Emperor level who had bled, failed, and sustained injuries, ultimately perishing.
Otherwise, this blood would not exist; it would have disappeared the moment the Emperor departed.
Apart from heaven and earth, nothing else could bear the mark of such a being.