To enlist the Demon Venerable Hall's help in staging this performance, Meng Zhao had paid no small price. The Blood Pool Resource he had taken from the Divine Demon Ancient Battlefield was the Demon Venerable Hall's reward for this undertaking.
The blood pool in this Divine Demon Ancient Battlefield had accumulated over tens of thousands of years, vast as an ocean and inexhaustible. It contained extraordinarily pure energy and vital essence, offering immense benefits to Martial Dao Cultivation—laying foundations and cleansing the body.
For individuals, especially those with profound martial attainments, it did not seem particularly remarkable.
Yet its sheer quantity and excellent effects made it uniquely cost-effective for a faction's cultivation of talent, far superior to pills or the flesh and blood of savage beasts.
Meng Zhao had used this blood pool to help Zhou Wangqiao, a Grandmaster-level expert, recover from his grievous injuries.
At the same time, he had used these Blood Pool Resources to tempt Ye Huan of the Demon Venerable Hall into accepting this task.
The Demon Venerable Hall was no longer what it had once been. Because of its past internal strife and subsequent split, its strength had been severely damaged. At one point, it had even needed to contact Meng Zhao to sell supplies and gather cultivation resources before it could slowly recover its vitality.
Blood Pool Resources were exceedingly crucial to any faction. As the current Hall Master of the Demon Venerable Hall, Ye Huan had greatly coveted the blood pool. That was why he had been willing to do Meng Zhao this favor.
Gu Sinan and Yun Fei had also been so delighted because they understood the importance of the blood pool to Martial Dao Cultivation.
Now, the Demon Venerable Hall could rapidly develop and grow stronger once more.
In truth, they