At this moment, deep within the Blood Raven Clan, atop an incomparably thick Jianmu tree, a palace bathed in blood-colored mist flickered in and out of sight, as though it were exhaling clouds and rosy vapors.
Inside the palace, a Blood Pool bubbled with crimson steam.
Within the steam, a mass of Black Shadow drifted up and down, drawing thread after thread of vapor into itself.
"Star Tide Old Demon, it has been a full day and night. If you still refuse to state your purpose, don't blame this old man for running out of patience."
Just then, a somewhat aged voice rang out within the palace, carrying a trace of icy chill. It came from every direction, impossible to locate.
"Heh heh, old bastard, I only borrowed your Blood Pool for a while and you're already aching over it? Don't forget where that pool of yours came from." Black Shadow slowly opened one eye, clearly displeased.
"You ended up in this state entirely because of that mouth of yours. On this old man's territory, you'd best rein yourself in." The aged voice grew colder still.
"Compared to you, barely hanging on and about to perish in meditation, I'm still a little better off than you. Heh heh." Black Shadow mocked him without the slightest courtesy.
"Cut the nonsense. What are you doing here at my Blood Raven Ridge?" the aged voice snapped.
"Another tough bone has emerged in Southern Jambudvipa. The Northern Heaven Punishing Bureau no longer exists, and the Earth God of the lower realm has been slain. He's heading for the Western Regions now," Black Shadow said seriously.
"Green Ox Immortal?" the aged voice asked.
"You already knew?" Black Shadow seemed somewhat surprised.
"My clan's disciples travel the world. What is such trivial news worth?" The aged