The ritual began, and blood flowed into the ritual array.
Within that strangely shaped pit, layer upon layer of patterns gradually turned red, giving off all manner of mysterious auras.
Countless faces around it stared fixedly, holding their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Gradually, the blood formed an unbroken line, flowing on minute after minute without stopping.
Because the ritual array was so large, the blood did not seem like much, but judging by the time that had passed, the amount lost was already considerable. Yet the array showed no reaction, so everyone could only watch from the side, forcibly restraining themselves.
After it continued for a while, silence still reigned all around, and the atmosphere began to grow strange.
Under normal circumstances, someone who had lost this much blood would have collapsed long ago. But the bodies of transcendent beings had already mutated, making them naturally different from ordinary people.
Han Su, who had allowed his blood to flow all this time, did not even have the slightest expression on his face. The wound in his palm showed no sign of healing either. Some had begun to wonder whether he had used mental power to suppress the wound and let the blood keep flowing.
Inside the ritual array, the blood had spread out like a blooming crimson rose.
The people around it were already beginning to feel that something was wrong.
Their ancestor had summoned them here and merely said it was for a ritual. With time short, no one had dared ask too many questions.
But now, why did it look like they were deliberately bleeding this kid to death?
Had they misheard when they were notified? Was this not a ritual, but a sacrifice?
"Gulp—"
At that moment, a distinct swallowing sound suddenly came from