Gu Ding and his group raced down the Serpentine Stairs. They were not too worried about dangers ahead, since others had already scouted the way before them. Moreover, they had not seen any signs of battle along the route.
After descending for five or six minutes, Gu Ding's group finally caught up with the tail end of the group ahead.
There were not many people in the group. Including Gu Ding's party, there were only a little over sixty people. Anyone whose realm had not reached True Saint King had been stopped outside the main hall.
When Tysto, Luna, and the others saw Gu Ding's group catch up, they merely glanced in their direction without saying anything and continued onward.
With Tysto and Luna leading the way, and Gu Ding now bringing up the rear, everyone felt considerably more at ease.
About fifteen minutes later, the Serpentine Stairs finally came to an end.
Before them stood a dim and gloomy hall. At its center was an enormous blood pool resembling a lake, filled with thick crimson liquid. It looked no different from blood, yet it gave off a faint fragrance.
"It seems to be some kind of special spiritual fluid!" Gu Ding narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked toward the blood pool, but his instincts told him that this seemingly tranquil pool was far from simple.
Tysto and the others seemed to sense the same thing and did not act rashly.
However, some among the crowd could not hold themselves back. One person rushed toward the blood pool, took out a bottle-like container, and began collecting the crimson liquid.
Seeing this, two more people rushed over.
Just as even more people were about to charge forward, a bubble suddenly rose from within the blood pool.
The others immediately stopped,