Qin He spoke, settling the matter with a single word.
The Blood Raven Ancestor had long been prepared and handed over every item that had ever been entangled with the supernatural.
Among them was that Blood Cauldron—or rather, that Blood Pool.
There were more than thirty items in total.
Qin He spread his hand and drew them all before him.
The vast majority were items tainted with supernatural aura. Some were weapons, while others were Runes sealing supernatural power. None possessed the ability to spread the supernatural.
With a sweep of his sleeve, those items turned to dust, then were ignited by Southern Ming Li Fire and burned away without a trace, leaving not even ash behind.
In the end, only that Blood Pool remained.
With a casual flick of his finger, the Blood Pool exploded. Black qi immediately surged forth as countless vengeful souls and vicious specters howled and roared, charging wildly in every direction.
In an instant, the entire Blood Crow Ancestral Land became a netherworld ghost domain.
"Still pretending to be innocent, huh? Hmph, there are at least a hundred thousand vengeful souls here!" Lamborghini immediately shouted.
Qin He narrowed his eyes. Naturally, he knew about the Blood Pool. Eighty percent of the reason he had come here this time was for this Blood Pool.
A hundred thousand vengeful souls who had fought against the supernatural had been betrayed by the Blood Raven Clan's ancestors and trapped within the Blood Pool for untold ages, unable to find release or rest, suffering endless pain at every moment.
Qin He let out a soft breath and began to chant. His murmured whispers were like sighs drifting from afar, yet also like an account of some great secret of Reincarnation. In midair, a Gate of Guidance transformed from illusion into