If this was indeed Saint Kun Blood, then this place had once been the spot where Saint Kun passed away, or perhaps it had evolved from the blood left behind after a severe injury?
Li Qingyun found it somewhat hard to imagine why such a powerful Saint Kun would also suffer calamity. The saints of superior clans like the River Mother, Abyss clan, and Stone Spirits gave him a feeling nowhere near as shocking as this drop of Kun blood, yet the twelve superior clans stood tall across eternity.
"The primordial and chaotic epochs buried too many secrets! Why does the lore say that saints do not die and calamities do not end? Why is the primal beginning destined to never allow one to become a saint? Why has this world sunk into such a fishy and bizarre foulness, or is the very essence of everything simply like this..."
He guessed that the original owner of this drop of Saint Kun Blood must have also been a major figure of that era back when they were alive.
The Quasi-Saint realm possessed a division of nine rings, so the position of the saint ought to also have a discourse of high and low realms; this Saint Kun was perhaps one of the top existences within the Saint Realm.
Yet, once the great universe calamity arrived, saints of such top-tier ranks still had to swallow their hatred and meet the calamity.
"Let me out, let me out! For this Saint Kun Blood to appear here, it must be meant for old man me. Daoist Qingyun, you cannot snatch my fortuitous encounter!"
The artifact spirit Daoist Kun within the Dark Tome struggled frantically and shrieked, demanding that Li Qingyun let go and yield.
"Noisy!"
With a soft hum, Li Qingyun closed the Dark