The Heaven Sacrificial Blood Pool remained a sea of blood.
The blazing crimson flames burned as brilliantly as ever.
On the ancient platform in the shape of Eight Diagrams, crisscrossed traces of ancient Dao marks were still chaotic and disorderly.
The ancient dried corpses on the altar increased in number, their origins unknown, and their sacrifices uncertain.
In this world, at every moment, countless mysteries arise, and countless mysteries are solved.
Yet, only few cultivators are fortunate enough to witness and understand this scene.
An unknown tremor emerged in the Void, and beside the ancient altar, a black-cloaked silhouette standing like a statue gradually began to show signs of movement, as if shaking off the rigid sensation.
He was then bathed in jade-like gentle radiance, and his entire being began to emit a faint Emperor Blood Qi.
Gradually, as he was enveloped in the Emperor Blood Aura, he seemed awakened from an endless abyss, transcending an endless calamity.
