Chapter 107: How to Produce Xun Tianyun stared blankly at the blood-colored sky. That ominous, piercing hue hung over his head like a guillotine's blade. He had never felt so clearly that his end was near. He had seen such a sight before... thirty years ago, when he was only eleven years old. The sky thirty years ago had been exactly like this, a vast expanse of blood red. Xun Tianyun still remembered the panicked expressions of the sect leader and the elder senior brothers after the celestial…