At the edge above the rift, the shadows of one grotesque and terrifying demonic beast after another appeared.
These demonic beasts were all enormous. Some even blotted out the sky and sun, blocking the light shining down from above.
"It really is the Life Tempering Spirit Pool. It clearly appeared the last time the ancestral land opened as well!"
"This opportunity is rare and cannot be missed. No matter what, I have to seize a spot."
"Who would have thought that the opening of the ancestral land this time would allow us into the Life Tempering Spirit Pool? Had I known, I would have come here directly."
These incomparably powerful demonic beasts had begun to move, all unable to suppress the restlessness in their hearts.
That was because this Life Tempering Spirit Pool was simply too useful to them.
In the Demon Realm, every member of the Demon Race endured endless trials and battles from the moment they were born. Even the children of Demon Beast Kings were no exception.
Through one life-or-death battle after another, they forged their powerful demonic bodies.
Yet everything had its benefits and drawbacks. Having gone through too much slaughter, they had suffered countless injuries, large and small. Even if they recovered afterward, their fleshly bodies would still suffer wear and tear.
No matter how powerful a body was, it could not avoid such a condition.
This was wear caused by the accumulation of subtle hidden injuries. It might not affect one's combat power, but once too much of it built up, it would eventually become a great calamity. At best, it would shorten one's lifespan; at worst, it would damage one's fundamental vitality.
And within this Life Tempering Spirit Pool was life energy abundant to the extreme.
If they could enter and seize a