The Shadow of Shao Futu (Third Update! Please Subscribe!)

In a secluded valley, an array slowly turned. From the outside, the scenery was beautiful, with birds gliding leisurely and beasts roaming freely—a scene of perfect peace.

Within the array, however, dark clouds and a ghastly mist filled the air. After only a few steps, it was impossible to make out the surroundings.

At the center of the valley, hundreds of human-skin lanterns floated in midair, casting a cold, eerie glow that dispersed the clouds and mist and illuminated a broad area.

Several cultivators from the Tower of Reincarnation sat cross-legged around the spot, their faces solemn as they watched the changes in a blood pool at the center.

All of them wore gray robes. Their auras surged around them, and their magical power was profound. Their faces were hidden beneath their hoods, impossible to make out; only the Glazed Pagodas hanging at their waists gleamed with iridescent light, marking them as elders.

The leader was tall and slender. The five fingers extending from his sleeve were deathly pale, utterly bloodless. Beneath his hood, his eyes were cold and shadowed.

The Glazed Pagoda at his waist was unmistakably ringed with blood-red.

At that moment, he stared at the blood pool, his hands constantly forming incantations as he drew upon a strange power.

Before long, the blood pool began to bubble, and blood bubbles the size of fists rose to the surface.

Between the bubbles, countless things, blurred with blood and flesh, bobbed up and down.

They looked much like rats, but they were hairless, their bodies a pale pink. Something writhed beneath their smooth flesh.

They looked utterly bizarre, sending chills down the spine.

As the rat-like things continued to change, a gray-robed cultivator stirred slightly and then said in a low voice, "A squad sent out by the East