NOVPUBWhile it’s called essence blood, after thousands of years of mutation and the grudge left by the Divine Beast at its death, it had turned into a drop of Evil Blood.
Xu Zimei treaded through the air, his gaze fixed as he arrived at the very top of the Pure Moon Altar.
He placed the Evil Blood into the misty gray space at the top, and immediately the altar began to shake.
The entire altar seemed to awaken, and the patterns etched on the other levels also appeared to come to life, as a holy light shone forth from the altar.
This light seemed capable of purifying everything in the world, giving off a feeling of utmost sanctity and purity.
As the light enveloped the Evil Blood, thick black smoke began to emanate from the surface of the blood.
The ferocious faces of Divine Beasts before their deaths appeared on it, attempting to break through the light’s embrace with the Evil Blood.
Piercing screams rang out as the light and the black fog were locked in a stalemate, but as time passed, the light emitted from the altar gradually dimmed.
Xu Zimei hastily took out Spirit Crystals from his Storage Ring and threw them all into the mist.
Once these Spirit Crystals were absorbed by the altar, the once faint light began to grow stronger again, suppressing the Evil Blood.
Xu Zimei threw the Spirit Crystals into it as if they cost nothing, unaware of how many he had tossed, but as the sacred light became increasingly powerful, black smoke billowed more heavily from the Evil Blood.
Finally, with a roar mixed with words like "True Martial tykes," the drop of Evil Blood split in two.
Afterward, the light receded, and the Pure Moon Altar returned to calm once more.
The two separate drops of blood floated in midair, the one on the left appearing extremely pure, with the aura of Ancient Divine Beasts pervading it.
The other drop of blood, though also blood-red, looked strangely monstrous, as if it contained all the sinfulness of the world.
Xu Zimei collected the two drops of blood into the Nebula Bottle, knowing that the Pure Moon Altar had expelled the Evil Blood.
The blood drop on the left was the purest Divine Beast essence blood, while the one on the right was created by the thousands of years of mutation and all the unwillingness and grudges of the Divine Beast before its death.
The altar was immensely large, and Xu Zimei took Ren Pingsheng to hide in the deepest part of the altar.
He and Ren Pingsheng each took a True Yuan Breathsaving Pill, which Xu Qingshan had given to Xu Zimei a long time ago, worried about Xu Zimei’s safety.
With the True Yuan Breathsaving Pills, even the perception of those in the Saint Vein Realm couldn’t detect the two of them.
Although Ren Pingsheng did not know the purpose of Xu Zimei’s actions, he knew that Xu Zimei would share whatever he wished to say with him.
The two hid there for a full three days, and on the morning of the fourth day, Ren Pingsheng was awakened from his cultivation state by a very noisy commotion.
He peered out slightly towards the outside of the altar and saw a dense crowd of people pouring in from the distance.
At a glance, Ren Pingsheng estimated that there were nearly ten thousand people, all dressed in uniform garb, and they more or less exhibited traits of Monster Beasts, clearly disciples of the Myriad Beasts Sect.
The leader of these disciples was a man in black robes, who looked robust, to the point that Ren Pingsheng thought the man’s arms were thicker than his own thighs.
The man’s face was adorned with a few tiger whiskers, and on his forehead was faintly etched the character for "king." As he approached head-on, the overwhelming oppressive feeling was as if a ferocious beast had descended upon the world.
Following this man were four elders in black robes with their entire figures shrouded within, only revealing their aged faces.
All four elders, including the man directly in front, exuded an overwhelming presence, and the entire area trembled before their combined might.
Clearly, these were five strong practitioners of the Saint Vein Realm, indicating that a significant part of the Myriad Beasts Sect’s upper echelon was present.
"See that man in the black robe?" Xu Zimei whispered to Ren Pingsheng, "That’s the current Sect Master of the Myriad Beasts Sect, Li Yunhu."
When nearly ten thousand disciples arrived together, the spectacle was grand, and everyone looked up solemnly at the towering Pure Moon Altar that reached into the clouds.
Soon, they set up incense tables, seemingly paying homage to something. As the purple incense smoke slowly rose, nearly ten thousand people kneeled down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the Pure Moon Altar.
At that moment, Xu Zimei and Ren Pingsheng were hidden inside the altar, watching nearly ten thousand people kneeling before them, among them a mix of various Saint Vein powerhouses and countless Emperor Pulse practitioners.
Ren Pingsheng clicked his tongue twice and said, "I can’t bear such veneration from so many people.
But to tell the truth, it does feel pretty good."
After everyone had finished kneeling, a Saint Vein Realm elder in a black robe stood guard on the side.
The rest, under the leadership of Sect Master Li Yunhu, entered the vast and boundless Sea of Blood nearby.
The Saint Vein Realm elder on one side waved his hand grandly, nearly shattering a corner of the sky and space itself.
The sound of rushing water arose as a Wu Geng River thundered in from the horizon, surrounded by a faint mist.
The ethereal aura permeated the area, and as the river surged unceasingly, it all flowed into the Pure Moon Altar under the control of the Saint Vein Realm elder.
Ren Pingsheng focused his eyes and realized that what thundered in the river was not water, but precious drops of Spiritual Liquid.
For a Loose Cultivator like him, even a small bottle of the Spiritual Liquid was vital, yet these people were casually producing a river’s worth.
Indeed, these large sects truly didn’t regard wealth as anything significant.
Ren Pingsheng vowed silently, "Damn it, someday I’ll set myself a small goal too, like, let’s start by making a billion... tons of Spiritual Liquid."
As all the Spiritual Liquid flowed into the Pure Moon Altar, the entire colossal structure emitted a light that pierced the heavens, its might far surpassing what Xu Zimei had previously demonstrated.
Meanwhile, Li Yunhu led the rest of the elders and disciples into the Sea of Blood.
They used their hands to tear the flesh from their bodies, a pain unimaginable to the average person, and anyone unable to endure could even die from the agony.
Once all flesh was peeled away, it was revealed that the blood inside all these people was black, exuding a profound evil aura.
They intended to purge every last drop of the Dark Blood remaining in their veins.
At this time, those in the Sea of Blood looked ferocious, their bare white bones exposed without any flesh.
When all the Dark Blood had been cleansed, a sacred white light shone down from above the Pure Moon Altar.
This white light enveloped thousands of miles of the Sea of Blood, causing the sea’s blood to churn vigorously.
They controlled their remaining Dark Blood to float mid-air, slowly purified by the white light.
