Demon Baleful Land, central Nether Province.
Here stood a Giant City, several times larger than the one Mu Qing had entered before.
Yet at this moment, the Giant City was littered with bones. Cold winds whistled through the ruined buildings with the shrieks of vicious ghosts.
There was not a trace of blood here, only marks everywhere of devastation wrought by some terrifying power.
Vast swathes of buildings had been razed to the ground.
At the heart of the Giant City stood an enormous furnace, as tall as a five-story building, its surface covered in pattern after pattern.
Those intricate, peculiar patterns seemed to writhe as they radiated a blood-red glow.
Beside the furnace stood a thin man in black, a smile at the corner of his lips. He had brown hair, but his eyes were the strangest of all—ghostly light shimmered from them as they spun like vortices!
Ghost Soul Sovereign!
He tossed a blood gourd in his hand into the furnace. At once, the writhing patterns turned incomparably crimson, channeling energy into the depths of the furnace.
There lay an embryo. After absorbing the power of countless creatures' blood, it began to throb like a heart, producing deep, powerful beats.
As time passed, the crimson color on the peculiar patterns gradually faded.
Clearly, Ghost Soul Sovereign was using some method to pour the power contained in the blood gourd—the blood of countless living beings—into the furnace.
Fed by the blood of living beings, the furnace blazed with savage scarlet flames, relentlessly refining that embryo.
Throughout the process, Ghost Soul Sovereign continuously took out one top-tier Grade Three supreme treasure after another and threw them into the furnace.
The resources required to forge a top-tier holy artifact were considerable.
What was more, Ghost Soul Sovereign was forging a top-tier