Qin Chuan held the Chaos Chalice and tipped its mouth downward.
"Using Void True Gods as fuel is certainly extravagant," Qin Chuan said casually.
The Headless God King spun anxiously inside the bubble.
"This is a contingency that madman Yanjin left behind! The Lord of the Altar beat him to the brink of death back then. He fled here, captured over a hundred Void True Gods, and boiled them down into a whole pool of Assimilation Venom Blood!"
The Headless God King spoke rapidly, terrified that Qin Chuan would do something reckless.
"He wants to be reborn in someone else's body! Anyone greedy enough to absorb this pool of God King Blood will be possessed by the resentment within it and Yanjin's lingering will! If you absorb it, you'll become the vessel for his resurrection!"
Possession?
Resentment?
Qin Chuan toyed with the cup in his hand and smiled.
If this were any other artifact, he might have had to weigh the risks.
But this was the Chaos Chalice.
It could swallow even high-dimensional coordinates like candy. Why would it fear a pool of resentment?
"That applies to other people." Qin Chuan aimed the chalice at the blood pool. "I happen to have a funnel made for filtering out impurities."
A ring of dark gold patterns lit up on the chalice.
Its mouth transformed into a miniature black hole ten meters across, and a violent suction erupted.
The dark gold blood in the pool roiled. It rose in a thick column and poured endlessly into the chalice.
As the pool drained, the entire Bronze Hall shook violently. The twisted formation runes on its walls blazed red.
Dense clusters of phantoms suddenly appeared in the dark gold blood.
The Vengeful Souls of over a hundred Void True Gods, their Origin Essence drained