At the edge of the sky, a cultivator stood still, staring this way with an extremely grave expression. However, he did not dare approach, because strict orders forbade them from going near this blood pool.
It was not because the blood pool held some secret, but because the resentful Killing Intent it released was far too terrifying. It was especially potent against those who cultivated the ghost path, enough to corrode their souls and affect their minds.
That pool water had been formed from the fused flesh and blood essence of who knew how many living beings. Resentment soared to the heavens, and it was terrifying beyond measure.
Hearing the call, the cultivator immediately bowed respectfully, and his voice rang out: "Reporting to Old Ancestor, two waves have arrived in total. Both came from remote areas, and their combined number is less than two hundred million. The several large waves of Yin souls planned for originally still haven't arrived."
After speaking, the man's heart remained uneasy.
The one who had arranged and coordinated this operation was their sect's Old Ancestor. Their Old Ancestor had personally arranged which route each wave of Yin souls from the soul calamity would take. Yet things had not proceeded according to the established plan. Several large waves of Yin souls that should have arrived long ago had still failed to appear.
Sure enough, a furious shout came from the old man who had spoken earlier: "What? The several largest waves still haven't arrived? Hmph, some soul gardens must be slacking off and refusing to follow orders. I can't leave right now. Send a few people to find out where those waves of Yin souls have gone."
As the old man spoke, a puppet shot out and flew directly before Hou Fang, collecting dozens of jade