Beneath the Spirit Lake, in a mysterious space, several streaks of light flashed into existence one after another, converging into human forms.
There were five figures in total, both men and women, but their exact features could not be made out.
Yet from the auras they radiated, one could vaguely sense that all of them were anxious and uneasy.
The area where they currently stood was a huge stone chamber. At its center stood a stone platform nine zhang high, engraved with all kinds of spirit patterns and runes. It looked very much like some sort of sacrificial site.
The five figures gathered beneath the altar and began whispering to one another in anxious voices.
Before long, the spirit patterns on the altar erupted with dazzling, blinding light, and all the runes shone brightly at that moment.
Then a figure emerged atop the altar, its entire body shrouded in blood-red smoke. Only the vague outline of a person could be seen.
"Greetings, Lord Blood Demon."
The moment the figure appeared on the altar, the five figures below bowed in unison.
Among those five figures, a beautiful woman dressed in a green robe and skirt spoke fearfully:
"Lord Blood Demon, if this matter had not been urgent, we would never have disturbed your secluded cultivation."
"Please forgive us, Lord Blood Demon."
The figure on the altar's features could not be seen, but it spoke in a dark voice:
"You activated the formation and awakened me with a secret technique. What exactly happened?"
The woman in green answered gravely:
"Lord Blood Demon, several members of the Demon Race did indeed break in. However, they appeared inside the main hall on the first level and seemed to be looking for treasures. They happened to be injured by the restrictions in the main hall,