Ancestral Land Blood Pool Baptism!

At this, the Gray-robed Elder paused. Then, with a solemn expression, he looked at Ran Hua and continued:

"Remember this: within the Blood Pool lie the lingering thoughts of ancient gods and devils, the Killing Intent accumulated over ten thousand years, and the imprints of will left behind by countless predecessors."

"You will see illusions, feel pain... you may even develop the urge to give up."

"But no matter what, you must endure."

"Once you shrink back, the power of the Blood Pool will backlash against you. At best, your cultivation will be completely crippled; at worst, both body and soul will be annihilated."

"Do you understand?"

Hearing the Gray-robed Elder's words, Ran Hua could not help drawing a deep breath.

He had not expected the Blood Pool baptism to be like this.

After a brief pause, he calmed his mind and nodded heavily.

"This disciple understands."

After hearing Ran Hua's reply, the Gray-robed Elder said no more. With a wave of his hand, the Blood-colored Token Ran Hua had given him earlier shot forth and embedded itself in the groove on the massive stone gate.

"Rumble..."

Immediately afterward, all the runes on the stone gate lit up. Dim light gathered into a pillar of radiance that shot into the sky.

The earth trembled, and the clouds and mist within the valley were swept clean away.

Before long, the enormous stone gate, sealed in dust for who knew how long, slowly opened to either side amid deafening roars.

Beyond the gate, a deep and shadowy passage came into view.

Through that passage, he could vaguely see dark-red light flickering at its far end.

"Go!"

Just as Ran Hua was surveying the place, the Gray-robed Elder spoke faintly. Without waiting for any response, he had already flashed away.

"Huff..."

Ran Hua