Interrogation, Heading to the Immortal Temple

The Blood Pool of the Blood Demon Sea lay beneath the central island, connected to the surface by only a single passage.

Now that the Blood Sacrifice Ritual was about to end, many of those who had entered the Blood Pool to receive the baptism of baleful energy were waiting in the square aboveground for the two immortals inside to emerge.

"Look at those four over there. I heard they all completely withstood the assault of the blood-baleful energy and earned the title of 'Blood God'!"

"It's not just something I heard—it's true! Those two immortals even specially sent a congratulatory letter to the Immortal Temple for it. Who would've thought that so many 'Blood Gods' would emerge from our Blood Luo Continent at once? The last time such a grand occasion occurred was who knew how many hundreds of millions of years ago!"

Quite a few Blood Luo Continent natives discussed it among themselves, their voices full of envy and jealousy. The disciples of those great families in particular were so frustrated they wanted to curse.

In the past, whenever this time came around, those noble-born family disciples would always draw most of everyone's attention.

But now, they were not even qualified to serve as the green leaves that set others off. They had become nameless passersby, clowns in the background. Naturally, it did not sit well with them.

"What are they so smug about? Becoming a Blood God is only the first step. Whether they can become Black Warriors, or even break through to become immortals, is what truly matters!"

"Exactly. Among the humans of our Blood Luo Continent, a Black Warrior appears only once every countless hundreds of millions of years! If they aren't Black Warriors, then no matter how many Blood Gods there are, they're merely