Several blood-colored Spells flew out in all directions as a faint yet majestic aura surged into the ground, forming a web of continuous, vein-like patterns.
In an instant, the blood-colored mist in the area grew even thicker.
The men even felt their Cultivation Techniques stir within them as if awakened. It was as if they were in the presence of the Blood Immortal Ancestor, inspiring awe and an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.
"So it's Senior Brother Ye Ming..."
The man in the black robe clearly held an unusual standing among the group.
After witnessing such methods and hearing the name, he immediately broke into a smile. He cupped his hands and said, "I didn't expect Senior Brother Ye Ming to be here. The Elders ordered us to construct this altar. If you wish to use it, Senior Brother, then please, be our guest. We will stand by and act as your Guardians."
