Above the spirit mountain, clouds and mist coiled around soaring palaces.
Within the palace complex, Spirit Pools stood shrouded in mist. Five-colored illusions surfaced from time to time, lending the place a lively air. Together with the luxuriant spiritual plants growing all around, it resembled an immortal realm on earth.
Yet beneath the pools, more than thirty blood corpses were growing increasingly restless. Among them were six fourth-order blood corpses, thirteen third-order peak blood corpses, and twenty-one late third-order blood corpses. Their fangs bared in savage snarls, their eyes glowed crimson. Constantly nourished by the blood pools, these blood corpses were already faintly slipping beyond control.
The corpse hair on these blood corpses stood erect, each strand like a silver needle, piercing the Spirit Pools and causing blood-red bubbles to rise without end.
When the bubbles floated to the surface, they transformed into springs of spiritual water, seeping out wisps of white spiritual mist that poured into the illusions.
"Tell your spirit corpses to restrain themselves a little!" At the very bottom of the pool, where some space remained, Da Yan Real Person—the Qinghe Sect's only Golden Core cultivator—furrowed his brow and spoke.
He felt that, having not been unleashed and having been continuously infused with blood light through secret arts to enhance their spiritual might, those blood corpses were faintly becoming uncontrollable. Some had even begun to reveal crazed looks as they vaguely turned their gazes toward those below.
Naturally, the one they watched most was him, the Qinghe Sect's Golden Core cultivator.
Moreover, he had just sensed through the perception formation that the Ye Family's spirit boat had appeared, and that they seemed to have sensed something before leaving directly.
"They're merely gathering cultivators. The Ye Family can't possibly enter with only three people," Gold Armor Real Person