"What is this scent?" Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he halted, sensing an extraordinary aura.
It's slightly fragrant yet mixed with a faint smell of blood, drifting in the wind.
Lu Qingshan felt suspicious and followed the direction of this unusual scent.
His perception was not incorrect, and soon, he arrived deep within a mountain range.
This place was extraordinary; there was a Blood Pool, and around it, many large medicinal plants emitting Blood Light.
What's most remarkable was the ancient tree planted in the center of the Blood Pool, straight and strong, entirely golden, yet the fruits it bore were blood-red, more intense than a blood moon.
At first glance, this ancient tree was incredibly dazzling and rare, so much so that Lu Qingshan's attention was immediately drawn to it.
Soon, Lu Qingshan reacted, showing a different expression.
Because, around the Blood Pool, there was a gathering of powerful Demonic Cultivators.
