Blood Firmament
Editor: Henyee Translations
Cloud Mountain Swamp.
In the depths of the underground mine, the strange blood-colored energy covered all detection.
On the fifth level of the cave abode, there were strange patterns carved on the dark round platform. Each of these patterns had a groove. There were still traces of blood under the traces of time, emitting a pungent smell of blood.
At this moment, more than 50 black-robed cultivators wearing blood masks stood on the strange patterns.
Not far away, the Spring Garden's Nascent Soul with powerful magic power and aura said indifferently, "I wonder if the Blood Sea Scripture that this Ancestor Blood Crocodile cultivated when he was alive can transform into a bloodline ritual. It's fine if it succeeds, but if it fails, hmph, this Cloud Mountain is a useless place."