'The Eight Clans Shall Become One'

Passing through the forest and following the scent of blood, Hun Ruoruo soon found a patch of land covered in crimson blood.

"This is the Blood Pool?"

Hun Ruoruo bent down, picked up a clump of soil, and slowly rubbed it between her fingertips, sensing the moisture within.

With Pure Water Dou Qi's ability to sense liquids, she almost effortlessly detected the blood essence contained within. It had clearly settled there through countless years.

Yet even under such circumstances, the blood in the soil had remained moist and active. One could imagine just how terrifyingly powerful its owner had been in life.

"Miss, you may not know this, but this so-called Blood Pool truly was once as large as a lake. Unfortunately, with the passage of time and constant consumption, it has long since lost its former glory."

A rustling sound came from the woods. Looking toward its source, Hun Ya had somehow followed her and slowly stopped at the edge of the dry lakebed.

"You know about it?" Hun Ruoruo asked casually.

Hun Ya nodded and explained, "For the bloodlines of our Soul Clan, there are two ways to advance. The first is natural growth with age, while the second is to plunder other bloodlines."

"Natural growth is shared by all Eight Clans. However, once one reaches a certain age and their Bloodline Power reaches its limit, the rate at which bloodline purity increases slows to nearly nothing. At that point, it hardly matters anymore."

"Plundering other bloodlines, on the other hand, is a simpler and more convenient method of advancement. As long as one absorbs the clan-mark energy contained in another's blood, one can elevate one's bloodline."

As he finished, Hun Ya spread his hands helplessly. "Over time, and with that madman slaughtering countless people in the Gu