The Final Gamble (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader "Mo Zhi You," 23)

The Inner Sect was a dense forest, thick with trees and grass.

The trees all around seemed lush and flourishing, but upon closer inspection, the entire forest was nothing but trunks. Countless twisted, snarling human faces had been gathered upon them like knots in the wood.

Who knew how many human skins had been cut and dyed, then nailed to the trunks with Soul-Calming Nails to disguise them as verdant canopies.

Deep in the forest, a blood pool bubbled slowly, countless blood bubbles rising as a nauseating stench filled the air.

Beside the pool, Su Zhenhe watched expressionlessly as several Corpse Puppets bobbed up and down within it, then slowly exhaled.

After a long while, he finished this round of cultivation, rose to his feet, summoned the Corpse Puppets, and headed out of the woods with them.

After Pei Ling had taken his place as a true disciple that day, Su Zhenhe had felt immense pressure.

So, upon returning, he had immediately gone into seclusion to focus on his cultivation.

Unfortunately, his foundations were still somewhat lacking.

After this round of seclusion, his magic power had grown a little more substantial, and Nascent Soul Formation was no problem, but he could only form a low-grade Immortal Infant at most.

Even if he managed to draw down a tribulation lightning, it would inevitably be the weakest kind.

Forget the Dao practitioners of the other three sects—even with no one standing in his way, he couldn't climb the Ten Thousand Races Blood Ladder!

He had a second-grade Golden Core. His limit was a mid-grade Immortal Infant.

According to the Su family's records, one needed at least a mid-grade Immortal Infant to have any chance of climbing the Ten Thousand Races Blood Ladder.

That was why the Upper Three Pulse Masters were all