The Great Cauldron

The great cauldron sank into the Blood Pool, its golden glow vanishing without a trace.

The surging blood was all Demon Beast Essence Blood. Though the essence blood was pure, the Blood Pool clearly did not contain the blood of merely one Demon Beast, but the gathered essence blood of countless Demon Beasts.

Thus, boundless chaos was inevitable within this bloody water. Any perception submerged in this ocean of essence blood would undoubtedly be disturbed and thrown into disorder.

Yet at this moment, the connection with Wangcai that had existed in the unseen—lost since Wangcai had been severely wounded and lay dormant for years—abruptly emerged within the Blood Pool.

Interfered with by the essence blood, this connection was exceedingly faint, yet the distance between them seemed extremely close, as though only several dozen zhang apart.

Following that sensation, Chu Mu rapidly descended through the Blood Pool. In merely a few breaths, the vanished streak of golden light flickered into his sight.

At this moment, that wisp of golden light floated amid the bloody water, flashing intermittently. Within it, he could vaguely make out Wangcai's Demon Beast form.

Chu Mu suddenly accelerated, crossing several dozen zhang in an instant and hovering before that golden radiance.

"Wangcai?"

He warily watched the cluster of golden light in which Wangcai's Demon Beast form was faintly visible. As he called out tentatively, gravity was plainly written across his brow.

"Whimper... whimper... whimper..."

A broken, intermittent whimper reached his ears. Chu Mu froze briefly. Sensing the voice and aura that belonged to Wangcai, the gravity between his brows transformed, almost visibly, into overwhelming delight the next instant.

"Wangcai, what condition are you in now?"

He asked anxiously, taking a sharp step forward as his vast Divine Sense instantly spread over it.

"Whimper... whimper... whimper..."

This time,