Three days later.
Deep within the Black Cloud Mountain Range.
Beneath a towering mountain stood a mysterious ancient temple.
From the outside, it looked utterly dilapidated.
No one knew how many years it had gone without repair.
All kinds of vines had nearly covered the ancient temple.
Only a single entrance was barely visible.
At this moment, deep within the ancient temple.
More than a dozen young men and women dressed in blood-red robes, their faces filled with fanaticism, had gathered here. Their eyes were dark red, brimming with frenzy and madness, as they stared toward the area ahead. It was as though something incomparably alluring lay before them.
An elder dressed in a blood-colored robe and wearing a blood-colored sacrificial hat stood before them, smiling as he held a tray in his hands and looked at the crowd.
"Good, very good. You are all exceptional talents painstakingly selected by our Blood Sacrifice Holy Cult from all around. At such a young age, you already possess eighth-rank cultivation. With the help of our Blood Sacrifice Holy Cult, you are destined to achieve great things. What is the Kirin Ranking? What is the Human Ranking? As long as you faithfully serve this cult, I guarantee that your futures will be boundless. Even reaching the Earth Ranking will be no difficult matter."
He looked down at the tray in his hands. Inside lay roughly fifteen blood-colored fruits.
Bloodlight coiled around them, mysterious and unfathomable.
They emitted faint, fragrant scents into the air.
Yet the shape of these fruits was extraordinarily strange!
They were exactly identical to human hearts. Even the patterns on their surfaces were clearly visible.
"Now, consume the Sacred Fruits. Once you consume them, you will undergo a complete transformation and gain power beyond anything ordinary people can match."
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