As more and more people were thrown into the Blood Pool.
The still blood began to churn.
Skeleton after skeleton sank, never to rise again.
At the bottom of the pool.
An enormous formation slowly lit up.
Its markings were dark red, one ring nested inside another.
With every person it devoured, the markings grew a little brighter.
Thin threads of blood followed the markings toward the center of the formation, finally burrowing into the pitch-black hole at its heart.
The hole was unfathomably deep.
Once the threads of blood entered it, they vanished from sight.
Above the Blood Pool.
The black-robed expert leading the others glanced down at the Blood Pool.
Then he raised his head.
"Hurry up. They need it urgently over there."
Deep within the Imperial Mausoleum.
An unknown distance from the Blood Pool.
There was an even larger underground palace.
This underground palace was so quiet that a falling pin could have been heard.
The walls surrounding it were densely carved with formation markings. Dark red light flowed through every marking, all of it converging at the center of the underground palace.
At the center of the underground palace.
The Ice Coffin hung suspended, radiating astonishing cold.
The Ice Coffin stood half-open.
All that dark red light flowed into the Ice Coffin.
A hundred zhang away.
Two figures stood silently.
One was barefoot, with Dragon-Slayer on his back. It was Jiang Wuji.
The other was Prince Wuning, Jiang Wuyang.
Neither spoke.
They simply watched the Ice Coffin.
For a long time.
Prince Wuning suddenly broke into a broad grin.
He said nothing.
He walked straight toward the Ice Coffin.
Jiang Wuji watched Prince Wuning's retreating back.
His fists abruptly clenched.
"Wuyang..."
Prince Wuning paused.
But he did not turn around.
He merely said quietly, "Second