The Blood God Sutra was like a parasitic gu.
It possessed incredibly powerful strength, but once one became tainted by it, it was extremely difficult to shake off.
Many martial artists who cultivated the Blood God Sutra had initially sought power, but by the time they came to their senses, it was already too late.
The Blood God greedily siphoned away the power of qi and blood within the body. If left unchecked, it would drain its host dry before vanishing without a trace.
Then how could one preserve their life?
Left with no choice, martial artists who cultivated the Blood God Sutra could only release the Blood God and have it siphon away the qi and blood of other martial artists.
The Blood God Sutra had once whipped up a Bloody Tempest throughout the Chu Kingdom.
Later, the Chu Kingdom designated it an "evil sect" and ordered its martial artists not to cultivate the Blood God Sutra.
Yet many martial artists still could not resist the temptation of power and secretly began cautiously cultivating the Blood God Sutra.
Once one began cultivating it, there was no turning back.
Chen You gazed at the vast, boundless world ahead and said indifferently, "But over the past few centuries, under the Zhao Xing Office's fierce suppression, the Blood God Sect seems to have vanished without a trace from the Chu Kingdom's territory. These past few years have been relatively peaceful."
"Vanished?" Lin Bai was thinking about the letter in his Storage Bag.
Lin Bai hesitated over whether he should tell Chen You about the letter.
When the crow had returned with the letter, Chen You had happened not to see it, so Lin Bai could not explain where the letter had come from.
But based on this letter alone, there was no