The price they had to pay was to hand over a certain number of bloodstones to Transformation God Abyss at regular intervals. The stronger they were, the more bloodstones they had to pay; otherwise, they would not be permitted to remain.
Over countless years, the number of bloodstones Transformation God Abyss had amassed was simply unimaginable. No wonder it could lavishly gather all kinds of geniuses from every corner and nurture them. Such financial and material resources were something Ye Xiwen had never dared imagine before.
He guessed that Transformation God Abyss likely housed more than one proven Dao expert, and all of them were masters among masters. Otherwise, how could guarding such immense wealth fail to attract the covetous eyes of countless people?
But none of that had anything to do with him for the moment. So long as he remained within the hundred-year limit, he did not need to worry about being driven out, nor did he need to hand over bloodstones.
For that very reason, competition within Blood Prison was incomparably brutal. Everyone wanted to remain here and cultivate. The possibility of eventually proving the Dao through cultivation here was who knew how many times greater than it was outside.
After leaving this place, the odds of proving the Dao outside could be called as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. Even in the Profound World, throughout these countless tens of thousands of years, only a handful of confirmed Dao-proving existences had appeared. In many worlds, no one had proven the Dao for countless tens of thousands of years. One could well imagine the gap.
Yet he was not worried. With his current combat strength, even ordinary experts who had just entered the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level were no match for him. Even if he